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The outlook file is down from almost 14 gig to well under 12. It started running last night and was up all night working on it. I suspect it was sexting with the toaster when I was asleep, because it seems to be running faster now. Also, one of the cats ran over the semi-lowered lid at one point and shut it, but it didn't go back to the beginning, so that's good. I checked online to see if there are any add-on proggies that might do this faster. There are. They all look skeevy and/or cost money, and most achieve their results by stripping out file attachments from the included emails which, I now realize, take up a large amount of the .pst file's space. So I'm just going to let it go at its own pace, talk dirty to any kitchen appliance it wants, and get all my other work done in the meantime.
At the moment, that work is being done from home. There was discussion in comments about Eleanor's goddess status. I replied that I knew exactly what goddess she was emulating:
In hindsight, though, probably we should go with the superhero metaphor, and the chosen cowled one should be Oracle, fka Batgirl:
Still tries to fight crime (not to mention grime, and shitty prior bathroom rehab jobs), but the knees just ain't what they used to be. In fact, I'm home now, waiting for the drywall guy to get here, because she's out on her blessed every-other-monthly voyage to get cortisone-shot in that general vicinity.
Not that this is stopping her from getting up on stepladders, running power tools, or otherwise cursing the Joker who put her in this condition. (Or more likely, the lower-case-J joker who almost set the kitchen on fire last night using a paper towel for something one should never be used for.) I've tried to get her to pace herself, but finally the universe did a better job of convincing her of that than I've ever been able to.
When I walked into work yesterday, a coworker had a question. I figured it was something judgment or BK related on a real estate file, but it was something closer to home. Long story short and redacted, I am able to do something for someone they know that will be an immense help and relief of their concerns. That person happens to be in the painting business. I told them I would gladly help their situation for no cost to them for my time, in exchange only for them coming to the house, looking over what needs to be done, and giving us a fair price and a decent timeframe for doing it. Eleanor seemed immensely relieved that this wouldn't no longer require her to put the whole thing on her plate.
The cat, meanwhile, was mostly concerned with not slipping and falling in the bathtub:
We told her to wait. Mommy Freyja will be back from the doctor shortly.
At the moment, that work is being done from home. There was discussion in comments about Eleanor's goddess status. I replied that I knew exactly what goddess she was emulating:
In hindsight, though, probably we should go with the superhero metaphor, and the chosen cowled one should be Oracle, fka Batgirl:
Still tries to fight crime (not to mention grime, and shitty prior bathroom rehab jobs), but the knees just ain't what they used to be. In fact, I'm home now, waiting for the drywall guy to get here, because she's out on her blessed every-other-monthly voyage to get cortisone-shot in that general vicinity.
Not that this is stopping her from getting up on stepladders, running power tools, or otherwise cursing the Joker who put her in this condition. (Or more likely, the lower-case-J joker who almost set the kitchen on fire last night using a paper towel for something one should never be used for.) I've tried to get her to pace herself, but finally the universe did a better job of convincing her of that than I've ever been able to.
When I walked into work yesterday, a coworker had a question. I figured it was something judgment or BK related on a real estate file, but it was something closer to home. Long story short and redacted, I am able to do something for someone they know that will be an immense help and relief of their concerns. That person happens to be in the painting business. I told them I would gladly help their situation for no cost to them for my time, in exchange only for them coming to the house, looking over what needs to be done, and giving us a fair price and a decent timeframe for doing it. Eleanor seemed immensely relieved that this wouldn't no longer require her to put the whole thing on her plate.
The cat, meanwhile, was mostly concerned with not slipping and falling in the bathtub:
We told her to wait. Mommy Freyja will be back from the doctor shortly.