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Jul. 6th, 2020 09:30 amLily hates fireworks. Snip hates thunderstorms. It's been a tough couple of days for the feline population around here. At least the thunderstorm last night wasn't as bad as the ones last weekend, in that it didn't come right overhead and involve earsplitting thunder.
I managed not to do a damn thing yesterday, despite the fact that the chores list is getting obvious again (the rugs desperately need vacuuming, etc.). And I didn't make vegetable curry either, despite having bought the necessary ingredients on Saturday. Anything I might want to do elsewhere is basically spending money, if wherever it is I want to spend money is even open, so I just stay at home indoors all the time. I have a perfectly good camp chair on the porch and I don't even go there. This is not the life I want. It's not even the life the public health authorities tell me I have to have, these days. But they've done such a good job telling me that stores are dangerous and not wearing a mask is dangerous and eating indoors in a restaurant is absolutely fatal that I don't want to go anywhere, even though there are places to go now. The dive shop was open for the 4th and I wanted to go, but I didn't, because I suspected it was going to be a madhouse with tank refills. I do want my own regulators, though. It would be nice to know whose mouth the second stage and octo were in last. Not that I'm going diving any time soon, though, mind you.
I think I need to give up Facebook for a while, because half of my feed is screaming about people not wearing masks and how everything is opening too soon, and the other half is screaming about racists, and I'm tired of it (can't say "sick of it" these days). I tried to filter out the screaming about masks, because that's preaching to the choir, but it filtered out scuba stuff I actually wanted.
Swear to FSM, my assistant would have no luck at all if it weren't for bad luck. Her grandfather passed away yesterday. So, since last September, she's had about six months of medical leave, been subjected to a race-based hate mail campaign, and lost her grandfather. Managing her is getting tiring.
I managed not to do a damn thing yesterday, despite the fact that the chores list is getting obvious again (the rugs desperately need vacuuming, etc.). And I didn't make vegetable curry either, despite having bought the necessary ingredients on Saturday. Anything I might want to do elsewhere is basically spending money, if wherever it is I want to spend money is even open, so I just stay at home indoors all the time. I have a perfectly good camp chair on the porch and I don't even go there. This is not the life I want. It's not even the life the public health authorities tell me I have to have, these days. But they've done such a good job telling me that stores are dangerous and not wearing a mask is dangerous and eating indoors in a restaurant is absolutely fatal that I don't want to go anywhere, even though there are places to go now. The dive shop was open for the 4th and I wanted to go, but I didn't, because I suspected it was going to be a madhouse with tank refills. I do want my own regulators, though. It would be nice to know whose mouth the second stage and octo were in last. Not that I'm going diving any time soon, though, mind you.
I think I need to give up Facebook for a while, because half of my feed is screaming about people not wearing masks and how everything is opening too soon, and the other half is screaming about racists, and I'm tired of it (can't say "sick of it" these days). I tried to filter out the screaming about masks, because that's preaching to the choir, but it filtered out scuba stuff I actually wanted.
Swear to FSM, my assistant would have no luck at all if it weren't for bad luck. Her grandfather passed away yesterday. So, since last September, she's had about six months of medical leave, been subjected to a race-based hate mail campaign, and lost her grandfather. Managing her is getting tiring.
