Not to make anyone feel bad about their kids, but my 12-year-old neighbor gave his father a really good haircut this weekend!

{sniff} I don't feel threatened.

I need to see if I can get matthew to try buzzing the back and sides of my hair again it's getting long. The top part is getting long and I don't have a problem with that.

Got word that the local Bi Lo grocery store , which I normally don't like, isn't that busy these days so I may go there and get stuff instead of relying on Wal Mart.

We had Zaxby's for dinner tonight. It was nice to have fast food for a change.

{sniff} I don't feel threatened.

Hee.

I never did make cookies, but we did take a walk, and I did make a grown-up dinner of seared scallops, lime rice, and veggies. Maybe cookies tomorrow.

Despite living alone, I was really feeling like I needed a day without talking to anyone today. 

I live with two dogs and somedays I just really need to them to shut the hell up. Today was not one of them. I needed interaction.

My insomnia (which is the can't-fall-asleep variety, rather than the can't-STAY-asleep variety), has come roaring back this week. 

Tep, mine phased out for a few solid weeks. Almost as if getting away from the insane of work was more relaxing than Covid. But, oh, it's back. The insomnia is back.

There is a local job that I am super tempted to apply for and have a decent chance of an offer. But I worry that the specific military portion of my job is why I like it sometimes and so maybe it's apples and oranges.

she just said she trusts her gut which doesn't tell me where she gets any info to trust her gut.

Her gut flora and fauna have wicked credentials.

Add-on: The former Public Affairs Officer for this military base was moved and she's doing Quarantinis on Facebook. One, we've become better friends which is great because she's awesome. Two, I want a juice press sooooo badly. Wouldn't this be amazing in my kitchen? Maybe not that specific one but damn I want fresh cocktails.

Not only are the birds louder, I'm also hearing bird calls that I don't normally hear in NYC.

I've been hearing a chickadee call. I used to hear them when I was a kid in KC, but I've never noticed them here.

We do one take out meal a week, for morale. Tonight was Chili's. I thought the server was going to cry when she thanked me for my 25% tip. She said they "really help."

And I just wondered who is NOT tipping well in this shit?

Liv wants to shave her head. I guess this is probably the best time to try it.

I'm growing a COVID beard because I think its hysterical. How fuzzy can my chin get?

And I just wondered who is NOT tipping well in this shit?

Assholes.

You can afford take-out. Tip the fuck out of the people who are risking their lives to serve you.

This has been your public service message for Sunday night. Don't be an asshole.