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The post-workathon recovery is well underway. I've clawed my apartment back from two months of neglect to something I could unashamedly have other humans visit again, given the hair a good chop, and even baked a cake! (Not very successfully, but points for baking effort nonetheless.) Feels good feelin' human.

Ironically, partway through The Great Scrubbing my apartment complex advertised that they're now offering an in-house cleaning service. I have to confess there's an appeal to it, as an emergency resort for those periods when work is being a bit all-consuming if nothing else. I still feel sheepish about the idea - 60 sq m is not exactly a lot to manage, so I should be able to stay on top of it by myself. On the other hand, I do stay on top of it by myself when I'm not maxed out on stress! And of course it's just silly to buy into the guilt game in general.

I've managed to gateway drug myself into a 2k3 rewatch; it's been about 3-4 years since the last, so at least I'm on schedule? As comfy a place as it is to rest my attention, I am starting to think about moving onto something properly new and a little more live-action next. It's been a while. 

Some short stories I have read lately and enjoyed:

• "A Stranger Goes Ashore", Adam R. Shannon
• "Do Not Look Back, My Lion", Alix E. Harrow
• "Sarcophagus", Ray Nayler
• "Heron of Earth", Vajra Chandrasekera
• "Open House on Haunted Hill", John Wiswell
• "To Catch All Sorts of Flying Things", M. L. Clark