Go Matt! Invest heavily in survivalist compounds?

My 11.6% pay decrease showed up on the payroll site. So that's not making me want to work very hard. I think after I clock in from lunch I'll spend some time on my Halloween decor.

There is no / in this script.

Fire season just sounds terrible.

There should be a rule that wildfire season ends when Denver gets snow.

I feel like it shouldn't be burning in Napa, snowing in Denver, AND hot in Boston all at once.

Timelies all!

Home now, having survived the train trip with cranky toddler who wouldn't sit for more than 2 seconds.

Go Matt! Invest heavily in survivalist compounds?

"Howdy motherfuckers, I'm a gay liberal redneck who knows how to break down, clean, and reconstruct an IWI TavorX95! Welcome to my fortress/artist's retreat—hope you like sushi!" pumps custom integrated grenade launcher

I would like a timeshare in Matt's fortress/artist's retreat.

I'll stand a watch or two!

So I rearranged a room and now the enormous blank wall is bothering me. But! I have a lovely high quality Alphonse Mucha chocolate amattler print from 1899 that would look lovely there. This one: [link] But! It's a whopping 38.25x50.5 and needs framing. That's going to be spendy to frame. I could *probably* build a frame myself and get custom cut glass. But that's insane, right?

(It was a freebie 15 years ago when I got $1500 of framing done on some original art. Totally a way to sucker you into more custom framing!)

I got to meet a friend's week old baby! But he was sleeping so I didn't get to hold him.

Now I'm waiting on a report to run. I've never run it before and am excited I figured out how? But it is taking foreeeeever and it's unclear how long it will be (it's telling me "status: stage 67"$

Hello, Natter. I was way behind and now I'm all caught up and I even have some stuff I'd like to say but I don't have the spoons to put my thoughts together. I'm slowly coming out of yet another bout of depression and my ankle still doesn't work very well and I'm sleeping too much. I'm sick and tired of the state of politics but I can't stop following the news and that's sure not helping me at all.

But I'm fine. I'm working on rearranging my house and getting it cleaned up enough to hire weekly cleaners. I've lost 15 pounds since the beginning of May, despite being unable to exercise much at all. My hair is shorter than it's ever been and it's really cute and I like it. No photos, ugh. Work is going okay; they want me to do too many things I don't want to do, but that's normal for a corporate job. My cats are healthy and sassy and loud, my family's doing well, and my friends haven't given up on me yet.

So I'm fine. Right? Send chocolate and shiny things.

The weather is mad, the wildfires and other natural and personal disasters are terrifying, and housing costs too much. Love and virtual hugs and ~ma to everyone.