Aka Alice managed, after two attempts to complete the phrase, got very close. In fact she went over a bit, since I didn't actually cook anything first. I was just doing dishes like normal when I realized the stove had some spatters from the last thing that got cooked on it. All wiping did was streak it, so I decided, what the heck, it's no big deal to actually wash it. I'm kind of bummed about being too sick for good workouts, so I have a bit of extra time on my hands.
As always, it's a slippery slope. I needed a bit of space for the racks, so I was tidying up the counter, and had to move some stuff that doesn't get moved much. There was a tiny baby dust bunny lurking behind the dried flowers, but I had no mercy. Then I had a bit of techno curiousity about the auto-clean, so I looked up the instructions and gave it a go. Not that the oven was filthy or anything, since Linda is pretty careful about baking, but there was a bit of stuff. It's been six years, after all. This was the first time, and it worked like a charm. The whole experience was kind of fun actually. Several other people had grasped the activity, but couldn't put it into that phrase. Like I said, I think I melted some brains.
It turns out that taking a photo of a black stove is actually quite difficult. I have come to believe those gorgeous photos in the decorator porn magazines have been photo shopped to within an inch of their lives. So there's the stove top, cleaned. From the photo, it it looks like a bag full of lint has been dumped on it. I went and looked again, and yes, it's clean. Tried more photos, from different angles, with and without the flash. It makes no difference. Every slight discolouration, every scratch or scrape on the racks, every shiny spot, every flake of dust, every contour in the metal racks shows up as a glaring white mark. Sigh.
Thanks for the nice comments about sitting area. That's the front of the house, facing south. We get lots of light, and it's our favourite spot for reading. The quilts are to protect us from Amelia. She's a twitchy cat some days, and takes into her mind to SPRING FOR COVER TO GET AWAY FROM THE TWO TONNED TUSKED CARNIVORE THAT IS ABOUT TO EAT HER THIS VERY SECOND!! Or so we figure. She must have interesting dreams.
Saturday I did half an hour of core, and was on the bike for an easy hour, but that was about it. Gradually feeling better, but not back to normal. Saturday evening I went to a retirement party for a buddy. When you're young you go to weddings and baby showers. You know you're getting old when it's retirement parties and funerals. It was a lot of fun to see a group of people I worked with a few years ago, and get caught up. It turned into a bit of a late evening, but not a runaway.
Sunday spin was excellent. I had a crappy night's sleep, wrestling with Amelia the cat for space on the couch. For whatever reason I was hacking and coughing a lot, and wasn't the slightest bit sleepy, so I read for a bit, then snoozed in the media room. It took a bit of doing to warm up in class, then it kept on getting better and better. I felt quite strong for some of the sets, and could breath well, even if I still have a bit of a frog in my throat. Ended up going 2.5 hrs. Bailed on the run though. It's about -7 C ( 18 F) and windy. I didn't want to take my poor throat from a warm moist room, to a cold dry outside. Bailed on the core too. I mean, I wouldn't want to overdo it right off the bat.
Swim .75 hrs
Bike 4.0 hrs
Run .5 hrs
Walk 0.0 hrs
Core 1.0 hrs