My pandemic gripe is people who will NOT speak up. In a bakery, with big, glass cases between me and the customers, it's hard enough to hear people without masks!

I am very pro-mask and anti-handshake, even when we are finally done with the pandemic. I think living near Chinatown for so long had already normalized mask-wearing for me, and working as a bartender made me hate shaking hands with someone. 9 times out of 10, it was someone I didn't want to touch at all, and I always had to stop and go wash my hands afterward, and it was just Not Something I Liked.

I miss hugging my huggy friends, though. A Lot.

I am not a hugger, but I think I will embrace the mask thing. I love my warm flannel mask now that we have snow- a better face warmer than a scraf, plus it protects me and others! The hardest part of social distances except for not seeing my elderly family has been trying to train someone to use an iPad from six feet. I am not sure it is possible especially with my eyes. I can't see what they are doing at 6 feet.

also lived in a regular village in Germany

My DH is an Army brat and grew up in a German village because his family opted to stay off base.

I've known people who lived, worked, shopped, socialized on base

Our neighbors are a couple in their 40s and this is their first time living off base. When we went over to welcome them to the neighborhood they were terrified. They'd heard all these stories about how America is all gangs and crime and people who hate the military. It was really sad. (They are better now)

On case anyone is wondering brain fog from pain+feeling bad for yourself+online Black Friday sales is not a good combination.

We lived in Düsseldorf for six years until '74

He lived a couple places, Enkenbach-Alsenborn and his favorite place was Kaiserslautern. They were there in the late 70s. His apartment was overlooking Kaiserslautern Stadium. He and his brother used to break in there and play with the Pro's kids. They also used to go down to the BBK Bayerische Brauerei Kaiserslaughtern where they would steal empty bottles with a rope on a tree hanging from a cliff and sell them to buy beer they drank in a cave on the hillside cliffs. (kids!)

They had great times walking trails there, they rode bikes in summer and sledded on the paths in the winter. He said this was a favorite area. [link]

People: if anyone still wants to vote on when we're having the holidays zoom, please do it in the next 12 hours. I'll announce time and date tomorrow (well, my tomorrow. It's already Sunday night here). [link]

(cross-posted with Natter)

I tried to make breakfast. And in the end it was successful. Coffee with eggnog, and fried potatoes and hot peppers with an egg on top. But the first egg I tried to fry is congealing semi-cooked on my burner, because there was apparently already a crack in it so when I tried to move to crack it into the pan it instead flew out of the shell and under the pan onto the gas burner. Bleahhhh. Do not want to clean that up but have to wait until it’s no longer burning hot. Thank god it’s Friday.

Other than the mess on the stove that sounds pretty delicious, meara

Oh meara, that does sound good. Does the burnt egg stink?

Yesterday, DH ran to the grocery store. One of the items he got was a dozen eggs. At the register, he bumbled picking them up and putting them on the conveyor belt. The carton opened, the eggs flew out and broke everywhere. He said the staff was understanding and helpful, and someone went and got another dozen for him, but he wanted to die.