I'm having major fibromyalgia this morning -- surely related to the past couple days of working and S N O W. So I'm not driving, even though my neighborhood is currenly at a 4.0 Surge pricing (which translates to pretty hefty fares).
Yes, you literally cannot pay me enough to make me drive this morning.
I hope the rest does you good, Theo.
I somehow convinced myself, when I woke up at 4 am as I often do (just awake enough to know I don't want to be awake, not enough to get up and do anything) that it didn't matter because it's the weekend (wtf subconcious?) and if I ever got back to sleep I could keep sleeping. No, self, that is not how it works. Slightly better to not have anxiety about not being asleep, though, I suppose.
Cat rages are never fun.
Ah, Theo, I hope you're feeling better soon.
So we had about a foot of snow, followed by ice pellets, followed by rain, followed by a flash freeze. It means you can mostly walk on top of the snow, which is good because almost none of the sidewalks are plowed.
We had a delayed work start of 1.5 hours this am. Which gave me time to shovel and caffeinate.
God forbid anything should be officially not business as usual here. I was actually lucky enough to have my normal commute (subway -> bus) running more or less OK.
Take care of yourself, Theo.
On the downside, I'm sort of accidentally wearing my most grody sweater. I kind of forgot how grody it is.
Now I want to watch
Valley Girl!
Oh, Plei. Oh, Plei's kitty. Matilda still talks about that one scary kitty rage-out she and Lillian got trapped behind a couple of years ago -- so stressful and upsetting for everyone.
Also, now I want to see Jesse's five most grody sweaters in order of grodiness, so we can all determine if the one she's wearing is actually and for true the Most Grody of All.