He'd lie because he's him.
Exactly. I expect they did make him take a test, but he will need to be retested if indeed he was negative this time.
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He'd lie because he's him.
Exactly. I expect they did make him take a test, but he will need to be retested if indeed he was negative this time.
Timelies all!
I made a supermarket run after lunch today. They were out of chicken yesterday, but had restocked so I picked up a couple packages of breasts. (I also bought ice cream, mac-and cheese, paper plates and chips. Not to mention my prescription that had automatically refilled, even though I still have a fair number of them. Better safe than sorry.)
Olivia emerged from her room and I asked her how she was doing.
"Just clearing out a month's worth of existential angst!"
The kids are alright.
We deep cleaned both kids' rooms today just in case we all have to work/school from home for the rest of the month (or beyond). Put a bunch of stuff out on the curb including an old IKEA play table/chair set and a massive bag of crayons. Tomorrow I'm going to have the kids go through their old Legos and make giveaway bags we can leave on the stoop.
I inventoried all of our food and determined that we have about a week's worth of meals before things are going to start getting weird. Hopefully I'll be able to go out shopping before then to fill in the gaps (mostly fresh produce).
Love Olivia.
Update: apparently I'm "fun to watch" when working from home and constantly cursing the person whose cataloging I'm editing. I have no idea why they were only given vague instructions (possibly in gestures. From behind a curtain. In a foreign language) on how to catalog archival material, but it's painful to edit.
I have to give a shout-out to anyone who lives with anxiety all the time, because I've never been anxious like this before, and I hate it! How do you all function???
Lots of staring into space and trying not to think about all the things I should be doing.
I realize where I went wrong in food prep: I have plenty of food, but no food projects. I have some red wine going off in my fridge, so maybe I'll make boeuf bourguignon at some point. Or, as we call it, The Boeuf.
Also I'm going make baguettes, because I do have flour and yeast (sorry, askye).
I am supposed to be making phone banking calls, but I just can't muster the whatever to do it.
I'll need more lemonade and baking dairy-free margarine.
Alas, our three part-time Programs interns are "off" to the end of March, which means that work will be even more 'work' for me, but then I'm probably not going to have a whole lot of driving off-campus to even it up. Sure picked an 'interesting' time to work in assisted-living, all right.
TCG and ltc are dealing with the "book avalanche" that is her bedroom. I cleaned out and reorganized the pantry. It turns out I do have enough food to survive the apocalypse.