It seems like the only time I have time to write is when I'm sick. And here I am. There's a tummy bug going around work. The worst aspects left quickly, but then the bug stuck around in the form of tiredness and body aches.

I have slept for almost the entire day. My goal for the evening is to make some poi later. That sounds like something that would settle my stomach.

A440

I'm an archivist, but at times I'm also a facilities gal, too.

This is a pile of earplugs necessitated by the guys who are tiling around the front door of our space.

The only way to get out of the building and to the taco truck for lunch is through the back stairwell and through the bowels of the first floor (think of a more well-painted version of that early scene from Spinal Tap).

Meanwhile, our building engineer has the HVAC guys doing our regular service while he replaces lightbulbs in the suite.

The front door, propped open for the tile guys, is sounding an alarm whose pitch I identified as A440.

Annoying.

Sunbeam Egg Cooker

Oh glorious day.

Mrguy and I selected some estate sales and headed off this morning. There wasn't much at the two sales we went to, but I came home completely satisfied because I found a 1956 Sunbeam Egg Cooker. 

Why would one care?

This is the egg cooker of my childhood. For that reason alone it has great power, having created every hard boiled egg and every Easter Egg of my childhood. 

Plus it's just a beautiful object. It looks like a spaceship. Its thoughtful design incorporates the egg pricker and the measuring cup. And it's easy to use. Add water, insert eggs, throw the switch and in 3 minutes you have a poached egg.

We weren't entirely sure what would happen when we sparked it up, but it started making little pinging noises and steam poured out of its lid.

Here are the results: