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Mar. 28th, 2020 01:05 pmI had to go grocery shopping yesterday because I hadn't been in two weeks. Between what I was out of and what I hadn't had to begin with, it was definitely time. And now I know I can wait two weeks between grocery shopping trips, and can resupply myself for the next two weeks in two grocery bags. I think I hear chicken noodle soup with cabbage, and Sally Lunn bread, calling me tomorrow. I can definitely live on that for a week.
Today I had to go out for better office supplies, because my main work notepad is a steno pad and sometimes I want more room to write on. And I needed pencils, because I had precisely one and it suffers from an elderly eraser, and the point (ha ha) of writing in pencil is to be able to erase it. So I went to the CVS in Brighton Center. On the way there, a bird shat on me, dead center right behind the hairline. I thought that was somewhat appropriate, given the shit show work is these days (still getting a lot of email and going on a lot of video calls that amount to "update: we still don't know, but it ain't looking good.") Fortunately every bag I use semi-regularly has a pack of kleenex in it, but I still came home (post-errand, thank you) and went straight into the shower.
I really want to go buy beer. It's not an absolute necessity, but it will maybe make the next two of a probable eight weeks of working from home and social distancing slightly less annoying.
I wonder if I'll get my birthday swan boat ride this year?
Today I had to go out for better office supplies, because my main work notepad is a steno pad and sometimes I want more room to write on. And I needed pencils, because I had precisely one and it suffers from an elderly eraser, and the point (ha ha) of writing in pencil is to be able to erase it. So I went to the CVS in Brighton Center. On the way there, a bird shat on me, dead center right behind the hairline. I thought that was somewhat appropriate, given the shit show work is these days (still getting a lot of email and going on a lot of video calls that amount to "update: we still don't know, but it ain't looking good.") Fortunately every bag I use semi-regularly has a pack of kleenex in it, but I still came home (post-errand, thank you) and went straight into the shower.
I really want to go buy beer. It's not an absolute necessity, but it will maybe make the next two of a probable eight weeks of working from home and social distancing slightly less annoying.
I wonder if I'll get my birthday swan boat ride this year?