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I'm... not actually sure how well that translated.

Still can't find my stupid German book. But we're churning to a close, so I can finally start packing and somewhere in there maybe I'll find the damned thing. I've looked most of the places I can think of it would be at work. And I have no idea when or why it disappeared. Or why it chose now to do so except, Murphy.

House things are progressing. I shall say no more.

Actually, I will say a couple things more. One is that I need to hit the Habitat for Humanity ReStore with the boy this weekend and check prices on furniture, see what it's like. And then I need to go into the house and take all the pictures ever so I have some idea of what the background is, colors, things I need to decide. One thing we discussed doing a few days ago is re-creating Pompeiian/Roman graffiti on the walls of the bathroom, which need painted anyway. And there's this bizarre tile construction around the bathtub, and the short version is the whole bathroom is very weird and we kind of want to redo it in the next five years or so, but in the meantime, Pompeiian graffiti! Entertainingly, the boy was fine with this idea, but shot down the idea of Steampunk Bathroom. Despite being a fan of cast iron tubs.

So, that's going on. I had some other victory I wanted to share but damned if I can remember it right now. I did remember that I wanted to talk about BPAL's Jareth scent. Jareth actually goes very well on me! And he sticks around. For freaking ever. I put on Jareth yesterday morning before work, and I was still catching traces of him hanging around THIS morning when I was in the shower. I can tell he's rapidly going to be one of my favorite scents but dear god, man. Goblin. Thing. King. Leave some room for other people!

Stuff. Things. Still not so much wheezing as being unable to draw really deep breaths consistently, although it's better today than yesterday, and yesterday was better than the weekend, and I'm going out in the mornings and walking and that's getting easier too. Sometimes I really, really hate being asthmatic. It's not even that I have regular asthma attacks! It's just that if I get an upper respiratory anything it knocks out most of what remains of my lung capacity. Fucker.

And I need to, um. Kind of update my hope chest, kind of make a hope chest plan. I mean, I'm going to be knitting on this for the rest of this year and into next, but I need to plan what gets done first, where I'm going to keep my projects, how many projects I'm going to have on needles at a time, etc. Things like that. It's going to be a nice, full week.

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Well, that's just going to be a pain in the ass because I think there's no help for it but to memorize every damn one of those. UGH. On the plus side, I'm still doing the damn German, and another week of fucking around with the preterit tense shouldn't do me any harm if I have to do that while I dig around for where the hell I left the stupid book.

Um. Things and stuff. I'm learning how to do things on GoogleTasks! It's useful like a useful thing! And did I mention I am way too obsessive about Grimm lately? I spent a good twenty minutes or so last night running an episode from last season at quarter speed and eighth speed to try and figure out if a thing was what I thought it was (it was, continuity glitch, appearing/disappearing gun, bad editor) and describing the minute details of a fight sequence that lasted all of three seconds. Yeah. Three seconds, I know, because I timed it. And it's all going on Murderboarding! Along with actual analysis, I promise this isn't just me drooling all evening over Sasha Roiz.

For all the fiddly bits, I have surprisingly little to actually talk about. I do have a question for those who care to weigh in: the dining room is likely to be warm-tone woods and white, with sun coming in at least one if not two sides. What color placemats should I knit? Still working on fussing at my hope chest, I think the end verdict is to leave the afghan squares at work because those are very easy to pick up, figure out where I was, and put down again, and then do placemats and other more complicated things at home. Placemats first, because I don't know how long our dining table is going to be. But that means I need to pick the colors of the placemats. Out of these colors, guys. Swatch at the top is not all the colors we have, just a good representative sampling.

Anna has Howl in her head, I have Small Town Witch, and I know exactly who to fucking blame. On the plus side, I feel lighter than I have in a while, and like I can actually move on with planning and life and things. Hallelujah. Sing praise to the Goddess.