My job is so funny -- the official dress code says that casual is never appropriate, but then they have these last-minute decrees of casual day pretty often, apparently. Like, tomorrow will be the second in the two weeks I've been here.

I haven't heard that word since the freak-ass church.

I had to look it up.

I read it in some 17th century poems way back when. But I had to look up how to spell it.

Timelies all!

My ears are ringing for no apparent reason.

Never appropriate but sometimes we do it anyway? I like that.

I should probably look at Chewy.com I have not sorted out my pet supply needs satisfactorily yet.

Typed this two hours ago and never hit post. Oops.

And with Prime and Alexa I don't even have to go to the site to order immediate gratification crap. (NB I have not ever actually done this because I never get around to setting things up properly, but I *could*.)

Crappy news: ED IS a tyrant who belatedly decreed that my boss and I were obligated to work holidays.

ION, have new house, and am now contemplating absconding with the W/D unit. It's a foreclosure. Surely the bank won't realize it's missing an appliance?! I'll put the dishwasher in its place... seriously, there's one in the attic.

...and I'll drop my weapon

A phrase I never expected to use in my life back when I was a young person in Pennsylvania:

I hate dodging tumbleweeds on the highway, with the way they smack into the side of your car and then go skittering across the hood or over the roof. Or a bunch of them will get tangled together and form big rolling balls bigger than a Smart Car. Any bigger and they don't roll well and just block the road.

I may have been in the West too long. I understand water wars now, too.

This non-morning person has been up for an hour this morning. Of course I went to bed at 8:30 last night with a migraine. I seem to have kicked the headache, but hmog what have I done to my neck? Head movement has been restricted to sloth pace so far today.