Oh no. So sorry for Matilda. (And yes, you are raising wonderful humans there).
As for COVID-19 symptoms, in case it helps to know, and because the seasons are now changing and it brings all sorts of colds and illnesses: many people who has it are apparently also losing their apatite and their senses of smell and taste for at least a week.
The bus is now free and we are entering the back door? Not sure how this helps.
I believe it supposed to protect the bus driver and keep passengers away from them.
No one in my house has a lack of appetite! My doctor's office is giving tests. They are on the second floor but they test in the parking lot. Nurse suits up and goes to patient.
DH made us a beef tenderloin with a Russian mashed potato casserole, roasted asparagus with homemade Hollandaise last night. Our appetites are strong. (And I could get used to some gourmet quarantine.)
Emmett truly is a fantastic young man, and I am glad Matilda has him. Liv and Owen remain besties with their co-gaming, meme-ing, and cooking for each other.
Serial:
I have an awful headaches this morning, courtesy of the lovely BITTLE of Riesling I finished last night.
I found one can of French 75 in the fridge last night. It didn't seem to bother me the way wine has lately.
I'm off to strategically grocery shop and guard my 6-foot personal bubble. I'm all sneezy from allergies, so that should keep people away from me.
One of my customers called this morning about business stuff, then asked if she could pick me up anything because she was out shopping. She said I do so much for them all the time. I thought that was super sweet.
ltc is much less off the wall today with TCG home. She's actually playing by self while we watch the news.
So nice, Laura!
I believe it supposed to protect the bus driver and keep passengers away from them.
Oh, good one! I do worry about all the people who are still working public-facing jobs.
Oh, no JZ and David! So hard to watch your kids hurt: M got a stress fracture this trscknseasin, right as he was being scouted by unis for track. He was devastated. It's awful to watch them be so sad.
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ION, as I predicted, my ex-BFF who I haven't talked to in 2 years, pandemic-panicked and texted me, trying to repair fences.
Bitch, I'm SCOTS. My dad, who you knew and loved for 20 years, died and no contact, but you get SCARED and now you need me? After the terrible, terrible things you said to me?
Naw, girl. I don't need your fuckin' DRAMA RN. Or ever again.
I'm so angry.
