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By Lucy I wake up around 8, which is too early for how late I was up. My head hurts. There are two beds in the room and I expected him to be in the second bed, but he went out to the couch and passed out watching TV instead, so I’d had the room…
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By Lucy Sunday morning we started at 9. I was in a good mood, loose from the mushrooms. I’m working with Stewie, which always makes me smile. Also Dan, who I could take or leave; Josh, Irene and Amanda, the scaffolding family from Saskatchewan; and Derrick, some redneck who also wasn’t local but I get…
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By Lucy This post will be truncated because I am a zombie. I stumbled through work, went home gratefully and crawled into bed as soon as possible. I still sleep fitfully, I know partially because when you use alcohol to sleep, you aren’t so much resting as passing out. It’s not restorative. On Tuesday we…
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By Lucy A good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon— or rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly. There are no boats in Seattle, no imports at all. Isn’t that fun? Up with the dawn, curled up in bed, drinking Soylent.…
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By Lucy Everyone knows about Pavlov’s dogs, but there are other studies on dogs that form the basis of our understanding of human psychology. One study, which I can’t track down and possibly imagined, was that if you placed a small mammal in a padded room since it was young and it never experienced any…
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By Lucy I woke up Sunday feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I had the post-shutdown flu. Of course, it’s not a real flu (I mean, it could be, but not this time). It’s just the combination of extreme physical effort, extreme temps and random toxins all hitting your body at once.…
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By Lucy It’s cold Tuesday morning. Too cold. Waaaay too cold. We can see our breath in the lunchroom. If my fingers start changing colour, I’m going home. The other trades all get heated trailers to camp out in. It’s just the scaffolder who are trash. We’re still slow for some reason. Leif sends us…
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By Lucy Friday. The first official day of shutdown. The beating heart of the mill is silent. No steam rises from the stack towering over town. The mill is still pretty loud, especially with all the pipefitters cutting pipers, welders grinding, and the vacuum trucks sucking everything up, but there’s no longer steam rushing through…
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By Lucy I set my alarm for 7 on Saturday morning. I didn’t want to sleep in too much and mess up my internal clock. Me and Jeremy had made plans to go grocery shopping. One thing that was annoying about suddenly having the weekend off is that it is the Easter long weekend… everything…
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By Lucy – are the deadliest to lead. And we lead such sharp lives. The dog is starting to learn that if he barks, we’ll take him out, which is not the kind of thing we want to be teaching him. Make breakfast, pack, sit on my computer slightly panicking. Duff will be there. It…
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