As it was written in Wikipedia, so it came to pass: On the third day the pains left me. I am talking about the flu vaccine, of course. Â Again the difference was most dramatic when I woke up in the morning. Â Makes me think that perhaps I should have slept more, or at least entrained my brain with delta waves. I have got the impression that it is during this slow-wave part of sleep that the body most efficiently repairs itself.
In any case, I am back in the Mothhouse. The wood stove beside me is roaring with fire, although that will have ended well before it is time to go back. Â It is colder than last time, only a couple degrees above freezing outside, and this is also noticeable inside: The heat from the stove and from the heat pump lose themselves faster. Â I have now hung up large white curtains in the living room, which should help keep less heat radiating out into the night. I am not sure how much that really amounts to, however. Â I also covered a slit above one kitchen window. It is clearly meant to hold one of those thingies that you open or close to increase or decrease natural ventilation. Â It was empty though, which would amount to wide open. I covered it completely. Â I have a very hard time imagining this house becoming so airtight that it becomes a problem. Â The stove certainly seems to have no problem getting air to replace what it sends up the chimney. Â I assume this means a corresponding quantity of cold air is entering the house through numerous tiny openings, one of the intrinsic weaknesses of heating with fire instead of electricity. Â Then again the wood is free.
Today I bought a set of screwdrivers and some wood screws, so now I can screw up everywhere! Â I already screwed up a clothes rack in the entry hall and a towel holder in the bathroom. I may not be much of a handyman, but screwing up is something I can! Â ^_^
Speaking of heating, the electricity meter is now 6674 KWH. Â That is not too bad, I guess. But whenever I can heat for free, that’s even better.
Well, it is time to put that “no unadressed mail” button on the mailbox and return home. Â Although for each time I come here, the Mothhouse is slightly more “home” and the notion of taking the bus “home” becomes slightly less obvious. This is how I meant it to be, of course.
Oh, and in the end I did not take the backpack today, just the things I would put up. Â It may be slightly early to do another backpack march, I think. Â But carrying just myself home should be very much doable, unless something unexpected happens.
PS: Â I am home, and I am glad I did not bring my backpack today. Â Even though it is much lighter when I return, it would probably still have been uncomfortable. As it was, I could feel that the stiffness in my thighs was not fully gone, although I made it home just fine.
On the bright side, there was someone who coughed on the bus, and I was about to cringe as I have done since this summer, and then I remembered that my blood is swarming with antibodies against the Death Flu of Doom. Yay! Â I can go anywhere! Well, within the limits of my Insane Bowel Syndrome, I guess.