JZ, I am happy that you are feeling better. And continued ton of {{}} to you and yours.
-t and Scrappy, I'm sorry.
My at-risk parents would really, really, really, really, really like to come and see me on Passover's evening. Their plan is to leave the house, get inside the car, drive to me, and say hi for 2-3 minutes from behind the closed and window of the car while all of us are wearing masks.
I almost would like to agree to it, and I know my mom would really love it, but I also know they don't know how to go out and about with PPE well enough. I keep telling them it's not the drive part I'm worried about, but the staircase in their apartment building.
JZ, it's good to read your temperature is back to normal. I wish you strength and peace of mind for everything ahead of you.
Twitter tells me that Stephen Miller has the virus, which I desperately hope is true. Because HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
Aw, the Stephen Miller thing isn't true. For a minute, I thought there really was a god.
I don't think the virus can spread from humans to the inhuman. Explains how all these evil fucks don't have it.
But it's zootropic. They promised it's zootropic.
Smash Anya's goddamn amulet already.
This is what I keep thinking, Teppy. It made me wonder who among us wished Trump (or his voters) would get what's coming to them.
You made a bear. Undo it.
Yes, I practice Whedonverse Intramural Syncretism. I'm a rebel.
Ooh, that too. Whatever gets us out of Pylea.
So yes to this, too.
So I decided that ordering food/cocktails/whatever for dinner was too hard and I'll just have cheese and crackers and the last of last Friday's wine, which is oxidized or what-have-you but I remembered that orange soda thing, which I don't have, but I do have some Weight Watcher's Cosmopolitan Mixer, so I thought I'd try adding a little of that, and then also some lime juice because why not and it's not bad
Instead of bathtub gin, I think you made pandemic sangria, -t.
Yes, I practice Whedonverse Intramural Syncretism. I'm a rebel.
Aw, Cindy, I love you. I miss you.
Of all the Cindy things anyone could have said, that's the Cindyest, and that is why we all love you.
Mmm, the pandemic sangria sounds good.
Hello all! Was a super lazy slug yesterday so did some work this morning. Now trying to motivate myself to swim. I'm good with the whole staying home thing and can entertain myself with reading, watching the tube, and swimming or walking around the block. DH, not so much. He has always been in perpetual motion. He asks a couple times a day if I need something from the store and will even take the dog for a ride up and down the beach. He wears a mask when he goes places, like he has to go to our datacenter this morning and brought a mask with him. Actually, the datacenter generally allows 24/7 access for tenants, but now you have to schedule an appointment so they can do the elevator/doornob/stuff wipe down routines. I'm sure the techs there would have moved the equipment around for him, but he "has to do it himself", as in have a chance to socialize with the datacenter nerds. I'm confident they are as on top of containment of covid viruses as they are with computer viruses, actually the nerd lounge there was already set up with distancing now that I visualize it!
I did almost zero work yesterday, bought a bunch of stuff online (keyboard and mouse to make the home office more workable long term, gift cards to more local places, new socks (the pandemic has shown me that life is too short for crappy socks), and a case of locally made pints of ice cream)).
Today I slept way in (11:30) and am prepping to move the computer to the basement as see if the wifi reaches and start making masks/putting the basement into some sort of order.
I started the morning by cutting my finger while attempting to slice an English muffin. And then my body decided that was sufficient cause to freak out, so I had to lie down, so as not to pass out. It took a really long time to stop bleeding. Go me.
