Jane’s in having a hot soaky bath.
I went off today at 10 am to go to Costco to get more pillows, the most wonderful pillows ever spawned. I let Jane borrow mine last night, and she agrees with me: best thing since sheep dip. So that was job one, quick before they sell out.

Job 2: total bust. I needed to get some Prime water conditioner and some fish food: if your household doesn’t own a bottle of Prime, I recommend it: soak something in Chlorox, rinse, run more water, add Prime, totally deactivates the chlorine, including the smell on your hands. We clean a lot of things in the marine hobby, and Prime is the final mopup.—-The store had neither. They had 10 different brands and forms of bloodworms, a freshwater food, but no cyclopeeze, which marine fish love.

Job 4: get my flu shot; got talked into a pneumonia shot as well, though I’m healthy as the proverbial horse. The Safeway offered a 10% discount coupon if you got shots from them–so I got my two shots and my coupons, (good to Feb) and went and bought a huge amount of holiday liquor, frozen meals, and such—the spendy things, which gave me enough discount to pay for the flu shot. Ill use the other coupon around New Years. And do exactly the same thing. So I’ll have ‘made’ money on the transaction.

Job 5: I get home and Jane is hauling gravel. OMG. No help for the wicked—I haul my own stuff in, 6 trips out from the car; get it into the freezer or the bottle rack, as appropriate, and Jane informs me that the invertebrate cleaner crew I ordered for the marine tank had arrived, chilled down and with inadequate heat pack. She’d had a hell of a time figuring what to do to warm them up, and finally just put them in the sump, after trying to move the heavy tank lid: definitely a 2-person job, because of its weight, size, and balance. So I had to fix the blown autotopoff with a replacement, (which had come) and get the water balanced, and get these creatures out of their bags safely, and try not to let them land 30+ ” down in the tank upside down: these snails can’t right themselves. So a few landed upside down and I have to go in and flip them over…

Job 6: the ivy has overgrown an area we will need to snow-blow come winter, so all that had to be trimmed, about a 20 foot run, with hand-clippers since we can’t find the proper ones. The apple espalier had to be trimmed of summer growth, and again, the big loppers are missing: I gave up on the hand shears and went for the hacksaw, not the neatest job ever. The stuff has to be raked up. Jane’s been trying to re-gravel certain areas that need it, and has been shoveling and raking and dumping, repeat 200 times…

We are now quite, quite done in. My back’s trying to lock up. Jane’s is. This getting older think sucks pondwater.

But the larder is stocked. They’re forecasting a weather change. Snow is possible in the area next week.

We have, however, nice new pillows. And we did get the snails flipped. One, a chiton, which is kind of like a fuzzy sowbug, is so primitive he was trying to twist his segemented shell to solve his problem, I flipped him, and the poor thing went on trying to twist to get a grip, because he has no brain, just a complex set of purposes…and upside down means nothing significant to a creature who crawls on every side of rocks…he just ‘remembers’ his ‘foot’ was in the open, and now it isn’t, and he’s confused.