It is overwhelming. I asked my son why he was still wearing a bandana when his employer supplies masks and he said the regular masks were worthless with his long beard. I need to get him some more of them. I gave him a few that were my mother's. On my list tomorrow.

I need to get some real masks.

People!! I made eggplant parm for the first time ever. It is one of my favorite things that I get out often. The only reason I made it was because there was an eggplant in my veggie box. It was sooooo good! Like way better than I expected. Yum!

Nice! That's so satisfying.

I spent the weekend feeling like I had "error 400: bad request" blinking in a DOS font above my head. I'm on the other side of it, but it's like I got whammied by the situation at large all at once and had to hard reset.

I hear that.

I've been making fabric masks, but it's somewhat slow going for now. If anyone wants some and is willing to wait at least a week to get them, I'll send them to you for the cost of materials and shipping (roughly $2 per mask, plus $8 for shipping any number of them), and you can donate whatever you think is appropriate to your local food bank.

Ooh, I was gonna offer to hold your beer, Theo, but I'm ready to be an active participant in that action. Where do I sign up?

I'm so sorry about your residents. We keep losing the good ones. I want a few lot of Trump and his cronies to choke on their own fluids. Sooner the better. I hate this administration has woken the wolverine (not the character, the animal) in me.

esse, thanks for that link! ETA: Thanks, Hil. Profile addy ok?

Profile addy is good.

Oh, Theo, I'm sorry. My heart goes out to you and the residents. Hang in there as best you can.

Vibing so hard for your residents, Theo, especially the one who just had to leave for the hospital. It is so, so hard. If I could send my antibodies straight to them all via the internet, I would be doing it right now.

I don't know why today particularly, but my heart is unusually heavy and every breath feels like an effort--not physically, just emotionally, like I have to be careful because any random breath might turn for no reason into a bout of ugly-crying.

I've been getting back to visiting the housebound mother of my high school friend who died a year and change ago, and she's been introducing me to due South, so I am choosing to blame the emotional lability on the wholesome darkness and comical sadness of S1. Vecchio has just started to pivot from pure comic relief to complexity and nuance and Fraser's positively Tick-level degree of stalwart obliviousness is beginning to crack. So it's probably just that.

Also, thanks to Laura I now crave eggplant parmesan, which I don't think I've had in decades.

due South! How marvelous JZ. That's a lovely show. My only complaint is that no way is hell is Dief an actual wolf, and I think he's played by at least two different Siberian huskies over the course of the show.

Let Shrift & Dana know when you need some fic: there is awesome fic for that show.

My niece's BF just dropped off two bags of jalapeno cheese curls, a bag of apples, and a half a pound of KERRY GOLD. Lovely.

If I can't get prefab spreadable butter, I'ma make my own: let butter sit on the counter all night, then run it through the food processor with some olive oil. that ought to do it, I figure...

due South is a wonderful show. And tehre is some amazing fanfic , my favorite of all time is a due South story.