Mulling over the cider
Didn't have any, actually. We currently own two two-quart saucepans, but no three-quart saucepans. There weren't any decent three-quart saucepans when we went to look, except for a "professional" saucepan that cost $75. I'll take two, thanks. Anyway, I didn't make a second batch of cider, and the first one went to the kids.
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smplmn licked the wireless issue using the old wireless router, and returned the new wireless router, which was obviously defective, for a *new* new wireless router, which is currently in place and functioning just fine, thanks. So all is well with the house net.
This might not be such a good thing, really. I've spent most of my time the last few days overseeing the kids, knitting, and reading. And NaNoWriMo, Special Zanne Double-Disciplined Version (I'm going to do my daily word count for the new novel, then spend a timed thirty minutes on the old one,) starts tomorrow. And here I am, cruising all over the net now that I can. Truthfully, being limited to an hour or two, every day or two, might not be such a bad thing.
Bigglest is now involved in yet another concert, involving three extra rehearsals. Any more special rehearsals and we're going to rent a cot in the church where the choir rehearses.
Now I need to go to bed, another area where I should work on being sensible. Tired Zannes are agitated Zannes. Not to mention the fact that agitation is tired, so agitated Zannes are tired Zannes. Either way, bed seems to be indicated. And yes, the agitation backed off yesterday when I took the med, and seems to have retired to its corner for now.
