it's 8:31 pm and i'm sitting near an open window. here is what i hear:

it's getting close to the fourth of july and people are definitely starting to have barbecues and such. meanwhile, i am having a quiet evening at home alone (andrei is still in wisconsin).

i had a nice, chill day off. i finally did the thing i needed to do for zine club (sorry for being vague, but i have a policy of keeping the mystery objects a surprise — not that i really expect anyone to read this but me, hah). it was finally a reasonable temperature and humidity out, so i was able to sand my new countertop in the backyard. i think it's looking pretty good. i also coated the bottom, so it will still be a while before it's ready for me to put it into the kitchen.

i also did some more basement fix-up stuff. applied more putty to the sink drain, and finally, i see no dripping at all underneath. i moved the neighbor's dryer vent duct so it actually vents outside, instead of venting into a boarded-up windowsill and getting lint all over the walls. (what went through the mind of whoever put it in that way is so beyond me that i can't think about it for too long or my brain might break.)

unfortunately, i sort of tripped on the stairs that lead from the basement to the backyard, and skinned my shin on the metal frame of the trapdoor. it didn't get scraped enough to bleed, but i might have some nasty bruises. that doorway is a bit awkward, but also i was walking carelessly while holding a container of liquid in each hand, so it was kind of my own fault. (i didn't spill any though!)

on the docket for tonight: another coat of poly on the table, dinner, and perhaps i will seek out some entertainment if i have time before bed...