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You know that thing, where you wake suddenly in the dark and have no idea actually where you are, whose bed this is, like that?
No surprise, that this has happened to me a few times recently; I've been moving about. Only, I've been back home a good week, and you'd think my internal GPS would've cut back in and got its bearings by now.
Apparently not. Last night? Utter bewilderment about where I was, and why the room was this way round (it's always been this way round, all fifteen years of my residing here). And even once I'd got it sorted out, I was still confusedly certain that there was someone else in the house, so I'd best put my trousers on before I went blundering about.
Um, nope. Nobody else in the house. Which I really should've known. In my right mind, I did know it. Once I'd got my trousers on. I suspect this is halfway to the sleep-state I get into that allows me to sleepwalk and worse: only it's not happened to me in my own home before. That I know of, at least. *deteriorates*
In other news, there was a famous event last Christmas where I left my sourdough starter out in a warm room and it kind of erupted. Well, here at home I keep it in a Kilner jar in the fridge, feed it weekly and it's all kinda routine and well-behaved.
Only, this stuff is really stringy, which means dolloping out a portion to start a loaf is kinda like spooning honey, you get drools all over the lip of the jar and the hinge of the lid and and and. And after a few months, it's really kinda crusty. So I thought I'd clean up my act a little. Tipped the whole starter out into a bowl, washed the Kilner jar thoroughly. Thought I'd give the starter a quick beating (with a wooden spoon, damn your eyes) before I put it back, because they do like a little oxygen now and then.
Ahem.
Went to the fridge this morning, and found myself facing the consequences of another eruption. It had oozed out of the jar - the sealed jar - and spread itself all over.
So, yup. Bought a bigger jar.
In other other news, I really ought to stop spending money. See, this is my quandary, absolutely: that if I stay home to work, my life is cheap. If I go to the Lit & Phil, I get more work done - but I pass through retail heaven on my way home, and you know my resistance is low. There are books and cookstuffs and bags and jackets and and and. All things that are, are lights.*
*This is the crossword-setter's mantra, but you don't need to know about that.
No surprise, that this has happened to me a few times recently; I've been moving about. Only, I've been back home a good week, and you'd think my internal GPS would've cut back in and got its bearings by now.
Apparently not. Last night? Utter bewilderment about where I was, and why the room was this way round (it's always been this way round, all fifteen years of my residing here). And even once I'd got it sorted out, I was still confusedly certain that there was someone else in the house, so I'd best put my trousers on before I went blundering about.
Um, nope. Nobody else in the house. Which I really should've known. In my right mind, I did know it. Once I'd got my trousers on. I suspect this is halfway to the sleep-state I get into that allows me to sleepwalk and worse: only it's not happened to me in my own home before. That I know of, at least. *deteriorates*
In other news, there was a famous event last Christmas where I left my sourdough starter out in a warm room and it kind of erupted. Well, here at home I keep it in a Kilner jar in the fridge, feed it weekly and it's all kinda routine and well-behaved.
Only, this stuff is really stringy, which means dolloping out a portion to start a loaf is kinda like spooning honey, you get drools all over the lip of the jar and the hinge of the lid and and and. And after a few months, it's really kinda crusty. So I thought I'd clean up my act a little. Tipped the whole starter out into a bowl, washed the Kilner jar thoroughly. Thought I'd give the starter a quick beating (with a wooden spoon, damn your eyes) before I put it back, because they do like a little oxygen now and then.
Ahem.
Went to the fridge this morning, and found myself facing the consequences of another eruption. It had oozed out of the jar - the sealed jar - and spread itself all over.
So, yup. Bought a bigger jar.
In other other news, I really ought to stop spending money. See, this is my quandary, absolutely: that if I stay home to work, my life is cheap. If I go to the Lit & Phil, I get more work done - but I pass through retail heaven on my way home, and you know my resistance is low. There are books and cookstuffs and bags and jackets and and and. All things that are, are lights.*
*This is the crossword-setter's mantra, but you don't need to know about that.