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1AM as I start this, and not a good time to be up and about with dreams of going to work tomorrow. Today, though, and its setbacks made me think I have another couple of bad days to go before I will perk up again. So I'm not mourning tomorrow as lost when it was never mine to start with.
This night restlessness is a good sign. My body is starting to recognise that sleeping *all* the time is probably not necessary. I hope so. I have things to do.
I have to empty and move several large bookcases of books, videos and stuff to track the path of destruction taken by the termites through the skirtings. I hope to take the opportunity to paint the room since the hard moving will be done anyway.
On the outside I must remove all the dead weeds from the side of the house, and brush away as much accumulated loose dirt from the edges. Then I can scrape away the (fortunately dry) moss to hinder future buildup.
One digging job I've left myself is the construction of a rubble drain in an odd little gap next to the carport. First we must remove several inches of leaves and seed pods from the ex-tree that was there. Then scrape back the layer of gravel to reach honest dirt, where I will dig a roughly brick-lined chamber, and fill it with building rubble (courtesy our kitchen renno). Something like that. Can't do it till I feel much better :-(
Once the drains are done and I have quotes for window conversions, I need to figure out just when and where to do termite treatment, now that I know for sure the blighters have been inside. Haven't yet tracked down the end of the run yet either, hence the bookcase shifting.
When the big-ticket items are taken care of I can hit the selley's bar and block every hole I find in this place. Then, when its safe to disturb termite mounds again I'll get back in the garden with that program of works. Carefully.
This is shaping up to be the year of Swancon and House. Maybe not the year to return to the gym or stage a glorious resurrection of my career, but I'll take Swancon and House and be grateful.
Might pour myself back into bed now.
This night restlessness is a good sign. My body is starting to recognise that sleeping *all* the time is probably not necessary. I hope so. I have things to do.
I have to empty and move several large bookcases of books, videos and stuff to track the path of destruction taken by the termites through the skirtings. I hope to take the opportunity to paint the room since the hard moving will be done anyway.
On the outside I must remove all the dead weeds from the side of the house, and brush away as much accumulated loose dirt from the edges. Then I can scrape away the (fortunately dry) moss to hinder future buildup.
One digging job I've left myself is the construction of a rubble drain in an odd little gap next to the carport. First we must remove several inches of leaves and seed pods from the ex-tree that was there. Then scrape back the layer of gravel to reach honest dirt, where I will dig a roughly brick-lined chamber, and fill it with building rubble (courtesy our kitchen renno). Something like that. Can't do it till I feel much better :-(
Once the drains are done and I have quotes for window conversions, I need to figure out just when and where to do termite treatment, now that I know for sure the blighters have been inside. Haven't yet tracked down the end of the run yet either, hence the bookcase shifting.
When the big-ticket items are taken care of I can hit the selley's bar and block every hole I find in this place. Then, when its safe to disturb termite mounds again I'll get back in the garden with that program of works. Carefully.
This is shaping up to be the year of Swancon and House. Maybe not the year to return to the gym or stage a glorious resurrection of my career, but I'll take Swancon and House and be grateful.
Might pour myself back into bed now.
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Date: 2009-02-04 10:50 pm (UTC)