girlfiend

Boyfiend’s back at work and I’m not which makes me feel like I have to overcompensate. So far I’ve organized the office, the guest bedroom and the extra room on the third floor that’s acting as an additional storage space for now. Office supplies are away, the desktop is finally set up, winter clothes and linens are out of boxes, folded and in closets.

This morning was set aside for cleaning. Unfortunately my house doesn’t love my dyson as much as I do. I was fine on the first floor, but as soon as I plugged in upstairs, I blew a fuse. The circuit breakers in the basement aren’t labeled so when the circuit blew I tried flipping the main switch. I ran back upstairs to continue, but it didn’t work, so I clomped back down to the basement and flipped each switch individually to get the right one. Back upstairs I switched the plug to another outlet. Two minutes later I was back in the basement. Then I tried another outlet. Down to the basement again. Another outlet. Back down. At this point I was basically finished on the second floor so I moved upstairs. There are only three outlets upstairs and they’re all connected to the same fucking circuit. After running up and down stairs all morning I decided to forgo the stairmaster at the gym.

I guess we’ll have to hire an electrician. It doesn’t happen every time I vacuum, but if the humidity makes something short it’s not a good sign. I’m also thinking that the humidity might be the reason my breads aren’t rising. I made a sourdough starter and attempted to make a loaf. It was delicious, but flat as a pancake, similar to the wheat loaf I made last week. Since the challah I baked on a cooler, less humid day was perfect, I’ll choose to blame the humidity rather than my own inexperience and ineptitude with yeast breads.

This is what I’ve become, people. I’m out of work for a few days and all I have to write about is cooking and cleaning.