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I turned on the heat today. Just in my room. No sense in heating the livingroom since neither Josh nor I use it any longer. Cassie is curled up on the side of the bed right by the baseboard, the little darling.

I repotted my spider plant last night. It's already looking better it seems, or maybe that's just because I groomed it. I had no idea spider plants grew from tubers until I pulled off the old pot and saw bulging translucent roots pressing through the side of the soil ball.

The wandering jew is so suffering from rank neglect that I'm amazed the houseplant cops haven't shown up to put me in cuffs. I was going to repot it, but it is too weak and sick. I'm going to let it alone for now. Well, not exactly. I groomed it, pulling off the tissue-thin dead leaves and pinching back the stems that clearly cannot be saved. Any of the dead stems that had viable-looking sections got cleaned up and plunked in a glass of water just in case they might root. One two-inch section of stem had fallen on the soil and started rooting; I secured it with a hairpin to make sure that the tender roots could continue to develop undisturbed.

So the jew remains in its ugly old pot, tucked inside the new pot for aesthetic purposes. It looks so pathetic, two robust stems with a few pale leaves. I hope it pulls through.

The plucky little pothos are as happy at 50 degrees as they were at 80. The one on my dresser is full and strong, with big handsome leaves. The one on my bookshelf is leggy and needs to be pruned, but it wasn't doing so great in the old apartment and I was loathe to remove any of its leaves. It's much happier now, I think I was overwatering it.

I cleaned up the scariest part of my room today. The computer desk and the carpet under and around it. It was pretty horrifying. You know how if you have cats or dogs in a house with hardwood floors and you get balls of pet hair roaming around the edges of rooms? I found balls of me hair! Gross!

I cleaned up my bathroom a few days ago, and I find myself doing those little things that help keep the place clean... rinsing out the sink when I'm done brushing my teeth, putting things away when I'm done with them... I even bough a big, cheap wicker basket at Cost Cutter to keep my towels in. Up till now, my towels have lived in a black garbage bag because I had nowhere else to store them. It's as if I actually care about stuff now.

Being happy is weird.

Wow.

While cleaning my room, I found a lot of recipes.

I found printed recipes, photocopied recipes, heirloom recipes. I found a recipe scribbled on the back of a receipt. I even found a recipe written in someone else's handwriting, probably one I asked for, stuffed in my purse, and forgot about.

Wow.