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In good news, Dad's sweetie is home with mega antibiotics for lung infection -- but not TB. Which also means her dog Jenny is home with her, and Christine and i can quit strategizing about how Christine could take care of Jenny while Dad and I join other family in Arlington to "inurn" mom's ashes on Wednesday.
Wah, i took a major spill and scraped up both knees (blood dripping down my leg, hem of dress) and my left forearm. I did something to my right wrist, my back is complaining, and all together feel whimpery. ... And the mower battery failed to charge so i guess that's the universe telling me to stay in. This will join the flush of bruises and petechiae that splashed across me last weekend. At least i know where these marks came from.
Turns out the hydrogen peroxide expired in 2017. It stung a little -- although maybe water would have stung.
Also, it turns out bleach isn't reliable for disinfecting after 4 (or 6 ) months. The county hurricane preparedness guide notes to only use bleach less than 4 months old. I look at the barely used gallon of bleach that i do not know when i bought. Sigh.
The Frankfurt school of philosophy looks interesting. Christine is probably right that i am not up to reading philosophy right now. Maybe when i retire.
I've been meaning to dump some plant trays with water but now they are swarming with tadpoles. We'll transfer them to the small wading pool i have submerged as a test pond (test passed; don't have time or energy to go the next steps) sooner or later -- before they become interesting prey.