Sticky old rubber tar goo

Yesterday I washed the fabrics and dried them on the line. P took an early trip to geagle for bleach, vinegar, and paper towels. I washed my hair, and P cleared the spare bookshelf out of the way in the bedroom to make space for my work desk. I vacuumed, disassembled my workspace, then P moved the desk with a dolly I didn’t know we had? which was good, since the desk is a mid-century modern monstrosity that’s impossible to grip properly for lifting. We moved all the drawers and I reconstructed my workspace, and we’ll see how it goes on Monday.

Lunch, then I started in on the White electrics. Cleaned up my work area, brought up a mat and the soldering supplies. Struck out twice with multimeters and bad exploded batteries but then P found his which seems to be in working order. First was the lamp, since the parts are easy to replace if I screw up. It was a good choice, since indeed, I screwed up the toggle switch — it has lead-type terminals instead of something serviceable like solder lugs or screw terminals, and the leads are old and brittle, and I clipped them too short and won’t be able to replace them with new ones. Toggle switches are thankfully quite easy to source, and now I know not to make the same mistake with the lamp socket, which is similarly non-serviceable.

Dinner, crossword, She-Ra, snack, sleep. Dreamt of fast food joints with punch cards for free stuff, animal crackers, middle eastern dance, louvers, iterative detective agencies, second-floor balconies among beech trees.