So I got everything major moved around as much as I'm going to today to make it easy as possible for them to get to the fire alarm for the repairs tomorrow starting at 8:30am (uncertain when they'll be in my condo.) Piano is not accessible atm without moving the dining table and only one side of the table is accessible and none of this is final how I want it to be...... but I have no plans to desperately need to play the piano tonight. I mostly have it because I've always had a keyboard around to get songs stuck in my head out of my head (sorry in retrospect if that was someone else's melody being stored in my silences and you lost it after I played it out to release it lol) and when my grandma was getting rid of her old digital piano it was nicer than any I then had. So there's a piano in my living room and has been since I moved here even though I rarely play it. I've considered putting it in Spare Oom but something inside me rebels at that insists pianos belong in living room areas so here it remains in defiance of logic and usage. And that intuitive insistence is definitely not worth fighting on this one. Pianos belong in the living room and my books belong in dedicated library nooks of cozy bookshelves like walls and in my bedroom until I live in my someday house where the library can be its own room -- but damnit neither the books nor the piano go in the spare room where other people might stay over and you might not be able to middle of the night get what you need to find to make your brain hush up. 😂. That's the best I can explain the intuitive imperative of having a spare room that neither the piano nor the thousands of books I own can go in. It's illogical when I live by myself most of the time and only rarely have house guests and roommates - but the insistence on this inside me is absolutely implacable and not to be meddled with.  I don't fight me when I dig my heels in and you'd be a right fool to fight me when I get stubborn. Especially when something inside me is rebelling against logic in my stubbornness. And I will admit that having the piano in the living room, the vaulted cathedral ceilings (all my ceilings are 8ft but in the main living room they're angled up to twice that height) do make it have a nice acoustic resonance when you play in here. but I'd not recommend trying to move a real piano up the stairs then right hand turn in a narrow hallway at the top of the stairs.... Some things have definitely been a bit of a wiggle and Tetris to move in and I put my bed frame together in my bedroom and I don't know if it  this is mid process to get the fire pull more easily accessible for them. I have some cleaning/organizing/more rearranging things between rooms to get to the next stage of the living room that I precogged back in November or so.

Also while moving things I got another precog flash of how it will be (different than it now is) and it's one of those absolutely frustrating and delightful things about the immutable precog flashes. Because I've seen furniture pieces I don't currently own involved in the setup but hell if I know when or where I'll find that piece or how it will cross my path, only that when it does I'll recognize it for where it's gone since before it entered my actual life. And sometimes, it's only a couple of months but sometimes it's fucking years. I've precogged entire places I'll move into eventually and how the furniture will be laid out long before I ever move there or know who the furniture belongs to or where it is.... Occasionally I'll get immutable precogs that mildly terrify me because I don't recognize anything or anyone in it and I have no idea if it's just me getting thrown into all new surroundings and people I've never yet met OR if I'm going to die and I'm precogging into my next life..... Because in my past lives, not only do I know when I might die and when I will die and nothing can stop it and see my death before it occurs, but before precogging my unavoidable death I'll get precog glimpses into my next life and everything is foreign and strangers to me. So it always rattles me a bit when my precogs are an entirely new to me space and the only person I see that I recognize from my life is my own. Fucking terrifying every single time..... And then when the randomness shakes out and I get there, I have the biggest relief of, "O thank all that's holy! That's all that precog was!" But sometimes I can exist with that dread in me of inexplicable strange precogs for up to two years at the longest.... And that is never fun even though I just try to keep going on and watching my steps and hoping this reward life didn't get truncated by choices that make my reward choice impossible to meet and enjoying all the moments I have while I have them, just in case. 

Also. While I didn't have to Tetris my metal queen size bed frame and mattress and box spring or attempt to move any bookshelves taller than me or move my solid wood liquor cabinet that has previously broken multiple toes on me all by myself as I have in the past, I did move the vintage record player console on wheels and manage to pull it toward me too hard when it stuck so it hit my right big toe just wrong and detached the toenail from the bed more than a little bit. More than halfway pulled it off. I definitely did my typical adrenaline fueled stoicism of "gah! How stupid of me! That's gonna bruise and I hope it didn't break.seriously" then just continuing on until I noticed the blood splatters all over the floor where I'd walked while moving the record player console around right angles of hallway and Spare Oom. And my Friday thought was definitely, "dear Lord is this record player console leaking some sort of red oil?!?! It's never done that before..." Followed by the, "Nope those are blood spatters. Both animals are curled up out of the way in the reading nook area. Must be my blood then. Awww fucking a, best figure out what I actually did to my toe then...." I cleaned it up with soap and water and then isopropyl alcohol and then put some Neosporin slather across it just in case and then a big bandaid but haven't checked on it since because it was my last super large bandaid. And then I cleaned up the blood splatters on the floor. (Isopropyl will get up most blood, but if it starts to coagulate and set, best way to get it up is the enzymes in spit. The trick however is it needs to be the spit of the person whose blood it is - even closely related enzymes won't work. Unless you're identical twins. But if you ever get blood in clothes or dried into wood grain or anything like that, rinse it, isopropyl alcohol it, then have the person whose blood it is spit on whatever remains. This hack only works if you know whose blood it is and have access to their spit. Random thing I learned in one of my premed biochem classes.) 

I'm going to take the dog out now and the garbage too. And then rest my toe a bit and make dinner as well as shower me and the dog (freshly washed linens and you think we'll be getting into bed unwashed and greasy?! No no. Clean sheets deserve clean bodies for at least the first heading to sleep in them.) and take a look at what that toe looks like and how salvageable the nail/nailbed is at that point. Adrenaline definitely worn off so it's hurting a bit now to stand on it....  Not the first time I've torn off a toenail this life, but in the past it was while dancing so I at least had a good story to tell... This was just stupid inattention. Ahhh well, it will heal. Maybe won't be pretty this summer, even disguised under nailpolish, but it will heal.  And right now, my dog needs to go out because she was patient all day while I was cleaning and moving things. 

Side-note: both Mikaela and Crissy have now thanked me profusely for how completely and instantaneously and magically my blue Antihistamine tea worked and that it didn't make them drowsy at all. Both have requested more and I told them I'll gladly make them more once they get those glass spice jars back to me from the sample for them to try because I currently have all my spare glass jars except ones for oils and vinegars are currently in use..... (Like all witches and herbalists and tea enthusiasts, I'm a magpie for keeping nice glass jars. And yet I somehow never have enough... I recycle the plastic spice jars but I definitely get excited for anything that comes in nice glass ones I can reuse, lol..)