Presumably more exhausted than imagined, fatigue hit me the second my head was laid on the pillow, and I entered into a deep slumber.
The next morning, I awoke with my left side of the neck and head extremely tense. Understandably, there was little incentive to go out.
Resting in the unit instead, I commenced the sorting of images captured over the past five days. Up until the early afternoon hours, construction happenings would persist in the unit directly above; the sounds could barely be heard once I had pressed play on my daylist, however.
The next morning, I awoke with my left side of the neck and head extremely tense. Understandably, there was little incentive to go out.
Resting in the unit instead, I commenced the sorting of images captured over the past five days. Up until the early afternoon hours, construction happenings would persist in the unit directly above; the sounds could barely be heard once I had pressed play on my daylist, however.
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When snack time rolled around, I ventured towards the kitchen. A Nespresso Vertuo machine and a box of expired pods had been left in the unit for our experimentation. Nespresso's tendency to produce products fitting of countertop display often comes at the cost of functionality. Although a sleek apparatus with few buttons, the functions are not exactly straightforward. Understanding the workings of the various compartments required a YouTube tutorial, for the design simply wasn't direct nor intuitive.
Nespresso devices are also rather limiting, as the pods are not interchangeable between machines. Disposal, especially in green cities such as Vancouver, is annoying: the soft plastic seal, grounds encased within, and hard plastic pod base are all categorized into different waste types and must be separated as such.
Nespresso devices are also rather limiting, as the pods are not interchangeable between machines. Disposal, especially in green cities such as Vancouver, is annoying: the soft plastic seal, grounds encased within, and hard plastic pod base are all categorized into different waste types and must be separated as such.
An expired Intenso Pod yielded about 250 ml of coffee, albeit a bitter formula devoid of depth. Minor Figures' Barista Oat Milk was found to be potent, creamy, and oat-y, and had paired well with even five-year-old Starbucks grinds. Unfortunately, it could not rid the Intenso of its stark astringency.
In the end, the latte was transformed into an ice cream float with a scoop of London Fog from Rain or Shine.
The day was characterized by munching on leftovers and Mango Cake, more desk work, and a bit of cardio. Alcohol would be forbidden in the twenty-four hours leading up to my appointment, and so I remained sober.
Black sesame dumplings in ginger syrup would be compiled for dessert. The first trial infused too great a quantity of fresh ginger and too little of our Ontario-sourced cane sugar slabs. It was swiftly rectified by reheating the mixture and adding in a second slab for improved flavour.
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I digress: The T&T discount packages were a blasphemy, with the tong yuen horrendously stale even before their printed expiry date. Our go-to brand of LiKouFu was nowhere to be seen at Lansdowne, leading to the purchase of Laurels instead.
To this day, BC grocery shopping is still so unpredictable.
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