Stuff

Quentin freaked himself out. One morning, he decided the left half of his habitat was too scary. He refused to go onto that side of the cage, even though his water bottle was on that side of the cage. We tried to get him over his fear, gently coaxing him to the left side of the cage while we quietly told him that nothing on that side of the cage could harm him. He wasn’t swayed. He would lie down on his stomach and stretch himself as far as possible to grab things on that side of the cage with his teeth and drag them to the other side.

What does Quentin know that we don’t know?

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I did a massive clean-up of my TBR and Libby holds. No mercy. If there was no chance there would be a day I’d want to read the book, it moved over to my “no longer interested” tab on the spreadsheet. Hundreds of books ended up on that tab, opening up new spaces on my Libby holds list. It feels good to be organized.

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I now see better without my glasses than with my progressives when it comes to close-up stuff, like pouring olive oil from the larger bottle into the smaller carafe. I cannot see where to aim the olive oil (and should probably use the funnel rather than eyeball it) if I leave my progressives on. I have to take them off and look at the carafe opening, glasses-free. It’s weird not to be able to see things close to my face after a lifetime of not being able to see things far away from my face.