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The NEW WHEELS have arrived. I don't get to mount them yet because I've had to order new torque receivers -- the ones that came with were for a rigid chair, rather than a folding one -- but I've done that, for the princely sum of about thirty quid, and they should be with me Soon. (In that I paid on Tuesday morning and it's 5-10 working days until they're due to show up with my dealership and then they'll need to be posted out to me, but sooooooon and for much less money than I was expecting.)
I made it to the supermarket this evening late enough on in proceedings that there were British raspberries marked down to 45p a punnet. I was very restrained and bought only three, but have been gradually eating some over the course of the afternoon. (Also acquired at bargain prices: leeks and celeriac, to go with the tiny carrots and the pre-existing potatoes. Tomorrow dinner will be mash & veg sausages & veg, I think.)
Every now and again I think "wait, I wrote a poem about this", and go back through my poetry tag, and go "huh, I... really like this??? I really like this" about a lot of stuff. There are fragments of poem in cometary orbits, over the last year, that might yet coalesce, that've condensed mostly between the hours of midnight and one o'clock. (Scared. Scarred. This line/that draws me out/or hems me round/defines me...; a word that means at once too much and not enough -- to be superfluous; Put pen to page and --/go. An arrow from a bow/or light across the wave; Perspective narrows to a point./A knife. You are the lens through which/I magnify my life.)
YOGHURT. Most successful yoghurt yet, I think! Not entirely sure what I did differently but "much fresher milk" probably helped. (I've been ruminating -- thank you -- about The Environmental Impact Of Dairy, and had been wondering how much "British dairy consumed in Britain" had in common with The General US-centric Discourse About How Bad Dairy Is, and then highlyeccentric linked to a BVA blog post about net zero carbon emissions that I still need to read in detail. I'm still thinking about it! It's interesting data to have.)
On which topic, Waitrose No.1 cave-aged goats' cheese is a Hard Yes from here, or at least, is as far as treats and when-reduced go.
I am mildly gratified that every time so far I've gone looking up reference pictures of the plants I'm colouring in, they've been rather closer to the brighter shades I'm getting than the darker ones in the example illustrations.
Today's Primary Job was dragging myself down to the pharmacy, to say "um, you appear to have only given me half the meds I was prescribed, I don't have an IOU, what... gives...?" a fortnight on from picking up the first half, and it was actually trivially sortable, and now I have an extra carrier bag of medication, and it is Good.
I've signed up to volunteer with Labour, locally, between now and the general. I am properly pleased that their sign-up form is doing the obvious sensible thing of "here's the primary things we need volunteers for, here's a long list of subsidiary things, select all that apply to you" with reasonable breakdowns, go them.
Adventures in composting: the filament used with the 3d printer A has access to is PLA, polylactic acid, which is biodegradable. I've been putting filament ends and failed prints into the bin, and have now completed enough of a cycle to establish that single filament sections and even some fairly chunky failed prints will disappear entirely in a single cycle; larger failed prints that I didn't manage to break down manually in advance remain recognisable but are rendered sufficiently fragile that it's trivial to break them into small pieces and chuck them back in at the top. This is very cheering.
A miscellany: feeling okay about letting go of some broken things I'd been hanging on to out of a sense of guilt and a fear that they might come in useful; lots of social plans for this weekend; poking around shops this evening and thereby acquiring some small gifts for friends and some high-percentage-cotton socks for me; bread prepped to be baked for breakfast; A brought me a traditional post-therapy roti gift; grocery deliveries are amazing; horn practice; plants.

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