Kittens, Outrage, Smugness, and TMI. The Four Social-Media Food Groups!
Not a bad day, though too much of it required leaving the house to sally forth into the plague-infested city. Where people are not wearing masks even when there are big red signs, even though our mask order was extended through July 3rd. And if you work somewhere with a big red fucking mask sign on your door, you better be wearing a fucking mask.
Not very hot again today. Low humidity. We only reached 86˚F, with the heat index. Currently, it's 73˚F.
There was the post office, and then there was the hardware store - stuff I needed to work on Winifred, like a rubber mallet and acetone - and then there was Alabama Art Supply, where Spooky got a new drawing board she's been needing. So, yeah. Outside. With idiots not wearing masks. I hate the things, but I wear mine which, ironically, only protects other people, not me.
More Mrs. Maisel tonight, after thin spaghetti with Alfredo sauce.
Today was the 14th anniversary of Sophie's death.
Later,
Aunt Beast
4:43 p.m.
Not very hot again today. Low humidity. We only reached 86˚F, with the heat index. Currently, it's 73˚F.
There was the post office, and then there was the hardware store - stuff I needed to work on Winifred, like a rubber mallet and acetone - and then there was Alabama Art Supply, where Spooky got a new drawing board she's been needing. So, yeah. Outside. With idiots not wearing masks. I hate the things, but I wear mine which, ironically, only protects other people, not me.
More Mrs. Maisel tonight, after thin spaghetti with Alfredo sauce.
Today was the 14th anniversary of Sophie's death.
Later,
Aunt Beast
4:43 p.m.