I pulled weeds and cut leggy growth and hauled that gardening stuff up and down the stairs all afternoon. My back hurts, but I had a shower and was lying down with my legs up on the wall, reading fb. Sometimes I don't want to be a nice person, though I do it anyway. I've got 2 friends of friends at my house right now, one on couch, one in extra br. Both have section 8 housing issues, both have health issues, bith are temporary. And I just agreed to go help the friend who connects me to the one with all the chronic bowel problems cuz her truck died after she loaded with all her farmers market baked goods. I feel really whiny about it as you can tell. Oh well, life gets dull when it's just me and the cat. I'd better get going.

Is your landlord allowed to do that? If he's not that would be fun to mention next time he bitches about clutter...

Of course, now you know why he's bitching about clutter. He'd like two AirBnBs.

Is your landlord allowed to do that? If he's not that would be fun to mention next time he bitches about clutter...

I checked -- currently, yes, but the city council has been considering restrictions that would make it illegal.

Oh, crap. I just overslept and missed a dentist appointment.

OMG, I just had the funniest political argument EVER, about football players and the knee and such...right winger's all "you take a job, you get paid, selling a product, blah." Which is all predictable and slightly dehumanizing till this woman says "What if the beatles stopped their songs to put *messages* in them?" And I'm like "They did. For years." Imagine thinking you were gonna own with that. Of course, I'm a fan so she also got my thoughts on Gerry and the Pacemakers. #MiniHecubus

Well done, Erika.

I have officially made arrangements to rent a scooter for the 5 days I'll be working DCC. The gal I spoke with was a hoot. Once we got past the business side of the rental, we chatted for a moment and ended with her saying "beyond the actual need for a scooter, they are so much fun, have a blast". Ummmm ok.

I got my hotel assignment, I'm actually staying where I was last year, but I only have to pay for two nights.

Now I still have a ton of data manipulation to do, forms to create, delegated tasks to check on...AND FINISH MY SCHOOL PAPERS. They are getting done this weekend, one way or another.

My bedroom and kitchen are now pretty much cleaned up. Living room has a few things on the floor, but not much. Bathroom still needs to be done.

Also, still have not heard back from my doctor about that blood test.

I'm supposed to tell my landlord a week before I leave, but I can't plan on leaving until I know whether my doctor wants to do any more tests or anything.

Thanks, Tangent. I'm finding my sympathy for football players...somewhat unexpected, because I've always had problems with football's whole...ethos, to get Lebowski about it. I judged the players and the viewers of it(and it wouldn't take much for me to start doing it again, probably) but there is something that strikes me so wrong that players trying to use their enormous clout to say something about the wider world is what makes the owners change things up. Not any of the many other million scandals or mini-scandals(or the dudes with the broken brains, which, actually, might be related to the other crap, honestly.)But the idea that, because someone pays you to do something, whether handsomely or not, they own your life? Definitely something we all have to speak out about(yes, it's totally worse when wrinkly old white guys do it to strong, younger black guys, but it also reminds me of that forced-arbitration crap, too, so that football fan? in my view, is arguing for her own oppression by some corporate giant.)