If I had to drag my withering carcass into the office every day I think I'd have a breakdown from how hard it is to encounter people and pretend to be okay.

Yes, this.

Another palate cleanser: baby panda. It's time to name him (you can vote on his name) and there's a video of him and his mother (he's still not walking much).

Timelies all!

Yet another night of interrupted sleep. Mr. S woke up around 12:30 crying that something hurt.(I guess he banged into something on the floor in his sleep. Y'know, if he would actually sleep in his bed every night, that wouldn't happen. sigh..)

Then yowling cat was yowling early.

My covid-denier co-worker just posted a big rant/meme the other day about if smoking kills something like a half million people a year, why doesn't the government mandate measures about it like it's doing about masks for the coronavirus.

The stupid, it burnsssss.

Ugh, Steph, so sorry. A co worker of my roommate tested positive and she was in contact but not close contact. So she’s supposed to get rapid tested today and again in a few days.

If I’m inside a space other than my house, I am wearing a mask. Period. I don’t generally wear one outside though.

I am Team Today Sucks. Mondays are for surviving. Had bad painsomnia last night and barely slept. Thankfully the day is almost done.

Matt I saw someone on FB in a group I'm in post something like that months ago (and also something about cancer deaths and other things) so I broke down all the things that have been done. Like bans on smoking, higher taxes, warning labels etc and so on and blah blah .

But people are so used to these things they don't think of them as protective measures. And the "I don't live in fear of.." , like yes you do. People wear seatbelts because you are afraid of getting hurt in an accident or afraid of getting a ticket for not wearing one. They also have back up cameras and air bags and all kinds of things. People have home security systems because they are afraid of break ins.

Sorry for my rant.

Ugh, Steph, so sorry. A co worker of my roommate tested positive and she was in contact but not close contact. So she’s supposed to get rapid tested today and again in a few days.

I'm marginally annoyed at Tim, who decided he'll get a Covid test, but tomorrow, because he didn't want to be late to work. I said, "You're getting the Covid test BECAUSE OF work; they fucking well shouldn't object to you being late because of that!" But no, he'll get it tomorrow. I resisted the urge to whack him upside the head, but barely.

I am Team Today Sucks.

Today sucks the biggest hairiest balls.

Today sucks the biggest hairiest balls.

Con-fucking-firmed.

(I have more caffeine and a cupcake, because fuck today.)

I am sorry for everyone else's shittastic Mondays; mine hasn't exactly been fabulous (drove to the East Bay for one last trip to my dad's house to pick up a few salvageable knickknacks before the entire place is emptied out and stripped to the studs, and I have just compartmentalized all my feelings about never seeing that house again into a little lockbox in the back of my brain, to be opened at some later date yet to be determined, and then spent an hour on the bridge coming home because of a multi-motorcycle injury crash, but for a Monday in 2020 it doesn't seem all that unusual) but that's nothing compared to the complete asshattery of Tim's coworker. All digits crossed for extremely boring test results.

I would definitely be up for a Nilly Zoom.

Awww, Cindy, that palate-cleanser!

Long ago, when I had a rabbit and a cat, the cat was terrified of the rabbit but also deeply confused by him. He was a big bun and she was a small cat, so when they were up close and personal they were almost exactly the same size. However, she was not a terribly bright cat and could never remember this. So she'd spend her days slowly, murderously stalking this thing at the other end of the yard that smelled like juicy prey. Except the closer she got to the prey, the bigger the prey got and the more deeply she was consumed by self-doubt, so her stalk would get slower and slower and more and more tentative every few inches.

Worse still, he'd been constantly cuddled and skritched and babied since he was a wee bun, so he had absolutely no fear of anything and instead had a very un-rabbit-like confidence that nothing in the world intended him harm, that every other creature on the planet was there to give him treats and joy. So he smelled like prey, but he didn't act like prey. And he got bigger and more alarming with every step, so at some point within about a yard of him she would freak right out and bolt for the other end of the yard to get away from this abnormally large thing that acted all wrong.

After a few minutes at the other end of the yard, she'd get a fresh whiff of him and notice how very small he looked from a distance, and the whole thing would start all over again. We tried to keep them separated to spare her the mental torture, but she was also a really mean little cat who bit and clawed and hated being picked up, so to be honest we didn't try very hard.

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