The Read Free Fortnight (RFF) thrill ride rolls on at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, June 6
The recent tech refresh at the hotel included touch screen monitors for his own personal amusement, and ol’ Sparrow farted around with the new feature a lot tonight.
(It should be noted that the new rig at The Shire, acquired a couple of months ago, also has a touch screen, but I haven’t found it particularly useful, so I never got into the habit here…Until tonight, when for some reason it seemed like great fun to try it out.)
And out at the front desk, doing the pre-audit stuff, it wasn’t too bad once you got in the swing of things and it’s pretty useful checking guests in and out, but once I retired to the back office, its usefulness diminished considerably, outshined by the usefulness of keyboard shortcuts, especially when generating reports…Plus, after some use, your arm gets tired from using muscles that aren’t normally used.
The big news is the remodel of the 147-167 wing (with the exception of 148, which is actually in the 127-146 wing and had already been remodeled) is almost complete…The wing is open again for patrolling by security-minded nite auditors, tho the rooms won’t be available for occupancy for a week or so…The doors are on, tho, and the locks are functional and on each door are Post-It notes with discrepancies that need to be cleared up before they’re rentable…This features stuff like “cracked mirror” or “router” or anything else that might be wrong with a room….Longtime readers of this crap keeping score at homne may – or they may not – recall that this leaves the 247-267 wing as only one needing to be remodeled.
Ol’ Sparrow was back at the gym this morning for the Big 3: lifting/walk/soak…Some good weight was moved, too, especially considering the Thursday and Friday lifting sessions were missed – and the Tuesday one, too, I think – and doubly especially considering I’m not taking the pre-workout supplement before the Sunday and Tuesday sessions I do bother to show up for.
The walk was wonderful…I took the core trail out to the botanical park again and it’s starting warm-up enuff so that the watch cap won’t be needed here in a week or so…You got the river with you most of the way, which makes it really nice.
There was a Sunday Yapper sighting, but it was in the cardio area and not his customary spot in the hot springs…He was on one of those upright bikes and from the weight area he appeared to be enjoying a fairly leisurely pace…He was also wearing a mask, despite the fact masks are no longer required in the county…They are recommended, tho, for those who haven’t been vaccinated, so maybe he’s still vaccine-free, or maybe he’s concerned about spreading his cancer…Later, during the soak, there was still no sign of him in his fave heart spring, so who knows what he’s up to now…Recall last week he didn’t yap at all in the pool, so maybe the issues are significant enuff to leave him sufficiently reflective to keep even him quiet.
I was very useful upon return to The Shire…I got some watering going and after feeding the cat did laundry and even did the dishes and cleaned the sink, stuff normally reserved for the Thursday Level I or II cleaning…I could’ve gotten even more watering done, but I stopped once I started nodding off because even tho the lawn needs soaking, we don’t need to fall asleep and leave it on in one spot while yours truly sleeps.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1430 Sunday until 2130 Sunday…7.0 hours for the day, a solid start to the sleep week.
Despite the homeopathic stuff and the herbs I’ve been taking, I am still waking up once to use the can, so this might be the standard from here on out…It’s still better than every two hours, so we’ll take it.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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