…drinking my three 18-ounce bottles of water every day.
But Judy’s kidney doctor says to divide your pounds of bodyweight in half and drink that much in ounces. Bummer. I’m only drinking 54 ounces of water, and my target is 80. 80! That’s more than a half-gallon!. I could do that once, no problem, but two and a half quarts of water, that’s an awful lot of water to get down every single day!
Henry the waterdog.
We were just doing what we were supposed to do. We had used the sleeping bags for several trips, so we decided to wash them. The tags on the bags said to take them to a laundromat so we could use their commercial size machines. That makes sense. Don’t want to fill up a residential size machine so tight that they won’t rinse out well. We left the bags with the proprietor of a laundromat to wash and dry for us. We picked them up the next day.
What we didn’t think to do was specify “no fragrance”. I don’t know why the default setting for so many people is to add fragrance to things that aren’t naturally fragrant, but when we got the sleeping bags back, we couldn’t stand to be in the same room with them.
Time to mitigate. We opened them up and spread them out on chairs on the deck to let them air out for a week. That barely made a dent. We put them in our own non-commercial size washer and ran each one through a full wash cycle, but without any soap so there wouldn’t be any problem getting it all rinsed out in our non-commercial size machine. We put them back out to dry and air out for another week. Better, but still a long way to go. We started washing them, one at a time, each with an unscented tide pod, then running each one through another full wash cycle with no soap to be sure they got a complete rinsing. Several times.
The situation is much improved. For the last several days I’ve been able to walk past them on the deck and not notice any fragrance. Time to bring them inside for a few days and see if they survive the sniff-test in a more enclosed area.
Sometimes it’s not about eating the chewies.
It’s about having both the chewies.
(And all the balls.)
It’s fricking hot!
Triple digits as far out as we can see.
Way hotter than average. Even hotter than ever before.
Feels-like temperatures nearing 120 degrees.
We can still go outside and do things, but we limit it to 20 minute stints in the sun.
