Matilda won't be on her school campus at all this year. But her friend Mia (down in San Bruno, a half hour south of SF) will be, and now Matilda is worried that she can't see Mia because her cohort is too big. And...I don't know really know how to parse the risk there.
Ugh, that's a tough one. I guess it depends on how seriously the school takes masking/distancing protocols?
Only one of Dylan's close friends is in the in-person cohort, and they don't have any classes together, or the same lunch/recess period, which is disappointing. I mean, he's not seeing any *less* of his friends than he was last week when they were all remote, but I was hoping he would at least have someone to eat with and talk to during the day.
Random possible good sign? I've been doing moderation type stuff for my NextDoor group for some time and there were a few months there where it was a constant battle deleting the nasty political posts. I noticed today that I hadn't had a notification in some time and went in to look and zero reported posts. I'm hoping that means the vitriol is calming down.
That is making my head close up just looking at it!
Oh, my.
I did my half hour work on the website and Zoom call, yay. And thanked via Twitter and Instagram the stock photographers whose free photos I used. Accomplishments.
Hungry. Time for an early lunch.
Only one of Dylan's close friends is in the in-person cohort, and they don't have any classes together, or the same lunch/recess period, which is disappointing. I mean, he's not seeing any *less* of his friends than he was last week when they were all remote, but I was hoping he would at least have someone to eat with and talk to during the day.
I know this one well, from early elementary school days where getting a different teacher assignment than your besties was the source of many tears. As they get older they can finesses their schedules themselves
unless
there's a frickin' worldwide Pandemic and suddenly you're back to being dependent on school schedules for socializing.
This is supposed to be my week for working in the office, but I only went in for a little over an hour today.
Bailey the dog had 10 teeth extracted yesterday and poor dear was very dopey still this morning. She is 10 and she has not been under anesthesia since she was fixed. She has not eaten all her morning food which is where her meds are so that’s an issue. I can’t leave it out unless I pen up one of the dogs since Miley will eat EVERYTHING.
In news that may be of interest to at least one Buffista, I saw an article about the town that was the origin of Tater Tots is now big on marijuana ... two industries that, somehow, seem to go together.
Poor Bailey!! Will she lap it up if you mix a bunch of gravy in it or something?
Toddson, that reminds me of the wonderfully-named food delivery service north of us called "Munchie Dude" ("Need food? Call on the Dude!"). Several of their ads are just this side of "If you're gonna get baked, stay the hell off the road and let us bring you snacks."
So it looks as if the PA-C working with my doctor is taking over my routine care, which makes sense - she's the clinic director and it's been a bit of a year. I'm only here for another 15 months, there's no point in getting salty about it, but I'll miss the Elephant Trampler and her cheerfully messed up bedside manner. This is the doctor who reacted to the crepitus in my knees with howls of horror, said "I'm not sure what's going on, but it's not an infection, so here's your flu shot: let your systems fight it out" during an exam (for what turned out to be pelvic floor issues, and she was awesome about "You need all the physical therapy! Don't use ours, they're crap, go over here and I'll call ahead for you" once I'd seen a specialist), and whose reaction to an in-office procedure was "You're not bleeding. Why aren't you bleeding? I've already got a note in your file that you're an alien . . . ."
