Why does everything take so long? Or why does time seem to be moving so quickly?
Last night I did one thing - download and process photos. And it took all night. Tonight I did one thing - blog my Queensland trip. And it took all night.
Although we did put a solar blanket on the pool earlier this evening.
And a shelf collapsed on my white desk downstairs (reminscent of the time my brother's one did the same thing thirty-odd years ago when we camped out in his room), sending old fish tank chemicals (set aside for disposal) all over the floor. Of course a bottle of methylene blue went everywhere didn't it, and that stuff is nasty. All over the white desk (even on the laminate I didn't fully get it off) and all over the garage floor (that stuff's *never* coming off :( ).
Here I was trying to do the right thing and save them for a safe disposal (if I could find such a thing) when if I'd just thrown them out years ago this wouldn't have happened :(
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