dk need an update a week is way to long to be away lol. some good things must be going on with the shrimpkies
DK Hope all is well, and that you're doing well.
Having said that, I have an addiction to a thread that needs some attention here!
I love reading your ramblings, and the very, very good information that comes from it.
DK's like a toddler; when she goes quiet
, she's either out cold, or UP to something...
We are interrupting the quiet
for a two day full detox; primarily it was the "everything" pizza, nacho cheese doritos, and oreos. The latter two for which DK has no food brakes, and we had jumbo packages of for a superbowl food-fest.
But BEFORE she nearly ate herself into a junk-food coma, she was busy, doin' thangs.
She's contemplating how the HECK to post a politically correct series on polygamy, at the moment.
Oh, and that reminds her, she needs to look up the solubility of baking soda.
Hmmmm. Stay tuned.
In the meantime, she has been doing some reorganizing in the Shrimporium and re-setting some tanks, for the - ahem - polygamy projects.
February in particular is a very dangerous
time of year for her, in the dead of grey winter, because the squirrely brain ignites and burns, and she gets all manner of hairbrained ideas which she must act upon. She's been trying to subdue this effect by doing a lot of metrics studies, now that she has finished her water factory work and the tanks are all pulling back into production modes. So she can busy herself with berry counts, baby counts, and metrics tracking relative sizes of young in a given tank.
She has also distracted herself going through her piles of extra stuff, weeding out things that cannot be salvaged for parts 'n' pieces, in particular the pile of via aqua heaters
that she had hoped she could salvage the temperature probes and controllers from if the heaters themselves were dead, but most were no dice, unfortunately.
The remaining stuff, she has started to creatively use 3-dimensional space, real estate in the sky:
Oh, and she also had this extra gigantic (16 inch) clock that she decided to hang in the Shrimporium; she has this way of going down that rabbit hole and getting lost for hours, and just loses track of time. She enters a twilight zone on the right side of the brain down there, where the space-time continuum dissolves away and there is nothing left but squirrely thots.
Oh, yeah, and the floater farm is flying.