extension of summer, including mosquitoes
I've come in earlier than I'd wanted to from the splatter & crooked line clean-up, on accounta the mosquitoes were really dining on me. I see now that some of the bites are bigger than mosquito bites usually are. Not huge. But closer to the size of a dime than the size of a half-the-real-diameter dime.
As the last week at MR continues, along with what was once called Indian Summer, the folks huddled in the sorta-hidden secret second floor are also now without air-conditioning; after they pack up tomorrow and Thursday and I suppose Friday, they'll have the option of another desk in the increasingly small climate-controlled portion of the building or heading home to work remotely. Feels like the encroaching climate crisis of the world in miniature, and also like the building is trying to hurry us out.
Guess I'd better take a strong tool in & see if I can wrest the fallout shelter sign that I have dibs on off the wall in the basement. Leadership couldn't, or didn't out of fear of breaking it. I also really like this sign, who knows how many decades old, trying to keep people pulling out from the around back parking lot from killing pedestrians:
The building across the street is where we're moving. The one in the light. The one that's not had vital maintenance repeatedly deferred.
Tonight is the night of the Kamala Harris debate against the monstrous jerk. I'm not even letting myself imagine he'll win the election. All I want tonight is not to feel any fear than I already do.
As the last week at MR continues, along with what was once called Indian Summer, the folks huddled in the sorta-hidden secret second floor are also now without air-conditioning; after they pack up tomorrow and Thursday and I suppose Friday, they'll have the option of another desk in the increasingly small climate-controlled portion of the building or heading home to work remotely. Feels like the encroaching climate crisis of the world in miniature, and also like the building is trying to hurry us out.
Guess I'd better take a strong tool in & see if I can wrest the fallout shelter sign that I have dibs on off the wall in the basement. Leadership couldn't, or didn't out of fear of breaking it. I also really like this sign, who knows how many decades old, trying to keep people pulling out from the around back parking lot from killing pedestrians:
The building across the street is where we're moving. The one in the light. The one that's not had vital maintenance repeatedly deferred.
Tonight is the night of the Kamala Harris debate against the monstrous jerk. I'm not even letting myself imagine he'll win the election. All I want tonight is not to feel any fear than I already do.