When’s the last time you changed the battery? Of course, if it’s plugged in, feel free to ignore my question.
Good point. It works above 50°, but I suppose that could be what’s causing it. It never occurred to me, because last time the battery died, it died completely, but if it was during the summer… Thanks - I’ll check when it warms a bit. I’m not going out there in robe and slippers when it’s almost down to freezing! 
Mooooom, Higgs doesn’t go after the moles? 
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to start Sunday chores.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Up, caffeinated and sheveled. Off today. Handegg and cleaning, and perhaps a cat nap. With an actual cat. It was 33 degrees American(0.5 degrees for the furriners, 273.5 Kelvins for the scientists). There was frost on the roofs. I’m glad I added extra weatherstripping to the door, the floor by the front wasn’t cold like it used to get.
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Was it a black SUV full of Happy Meals? 
But glad you didn’t get hit.
Saying “Yes I will celebrate the anniversary of your larvae bursting from its host” cuts down on the need to buy birthday presents.
He’s pug, not CIA.
My drivers ed teacher told me, lo these many years ago, that the only definite thing a blinker means, is that the car’s blinker works.
How do you know for sure that it’s freezing, if your thermometer isn’t working? Huh? HUH?
I LOL’d.
Okay, off to Wal-Mart in the freezing rain. I don’t need to buy anything, you understand. Just … paying a quick but rather urgent visit.
Mornin’ all. Still unclear if’n I need to be a rental truck today. I’m hoping no, I kinda wanna do nothing. The new cheesecake recipe was…meh. I mean it’s still cheesecake, so it was good, but my usual recipe is better.
FCM My outdoor thermo sender just shows the last temp it read when the battery dies. So if I look at it and it says 38 for two days I know it’s time to charge the batteries.
shoe Hoping the plumbing issues get solved soon!
Um, no. She will take off after our resident rabbit, but Mr. Cottontail is long hidden before Higgs can even get close. Pugs are all noise and no hunt!
Excellent point.
Accuweather wouldn’t lie to me!
OK, FCD has been up, dressed, and functioning for about an hour. Guess I need to hit the shower and dress. Being a slug in real clothes isn’t nearly as bad as being a slug in robe and slippers, right?
I can’t wait to see pictures of both Roxy and a FC grand-larva!
shoe, I hope the night wasn’t too…shitty and that your landlord actually treats he situation like the emergency it is.
12 year old girls are LOUD as hell. I have no idea when they went to bed, though I last heard them around 3:30 am. We filled the common area of the basement with blow up mattresses and ran. The girls kept getting too hot because they like to sleep on top of each other in a pile so we had the outside door cracked open. I’m afraid to go down there for fear of waking not just one kid but a whole pile of them. Two hours 'til pickup, but so far we have survived the night.
Good morning everyone.
It’s scarily warm out there and we’re about to get hit with another pineapple express. After tomorrow, the lows get back down into normal range for this time of year, so that’s a good thing and it’s supposed to dry out a little too.
I cannot wait to see pics of the new arrival, FCM! I hope everything goes well!
shoe, I really hope your landlord gets someone to fix your plumbing issues today. It’s pretty ridiculous that he hasn’t already. The landlord has a duty to provide fit and up to code living conditions. He should be paying for a hotel room for you, actually.
I feel bad this morning; apparently, my daughter sent me a message at around 9:00 last night asking me to call my mother and check out what her issue was, but I was asleep. She had contacted my son-in-law because her kitchen vent was stuck on open and she was freaking out about it, which is very typical of my mother. My son-in-law is pretty handy, but the issue was that he was on call for the weekend, AND that they live 25 miles north of my mother. I really don’t know what I could have done to assist my mother anyway, but I would have driven over there and probably set up some kind of repair visit if it was required. My son-in-law found someone to cover for him while he went down there, but what a hassle. I’m sure both he and my daughter are greatly annoyed. Well, I know my daughter is annoyed, her message made it quite clear.
My mother just turned 84 and I’ve noted she has some memory issues already. They were on display during the call, because she was going on and on about a memorial service my sister had to go to for her mother-in-law which is why they couldn’t come help. That service is NEXT weekend; I know because I have the task of picking my mother up and driving her there and back. I worry about my mother living on her own with her health issues, etc, but she refuses to give up her house and we already know that her living with me is not feasible. I have stairs which are a huge issue for her and my husband and her just do not get along all that well. Frankly, I can only take her in small doses and that really bothers me. I’ve tried talking to her so many times over the last thirty years, but she doesn’t change her ways. I’ve tried over and over to adjust my reactions to her, but after a while, I’m just ready to snap and I don’t want to snap at her. She is pretty negative about so much, and it just sucks all the joy out of a room. This is her biggest fault and has made so many people just don’t want to be around her. I’ve pointed this out to her, but it really hasn’t done any good.
Bah, sorry about all that.
Today is the chore continuation day. I got sucked into a Netflix series my husband started watching yesterday, and all productivity flew out the window. Now I am annoyed with myself for letting that happen, but oh well, that’s what I get for succumbing to laziness. I don’t have any choice today; all laundry must be complete and I need to run the roll-suck around the house because I see white Polar floofs gathering in the corner.
Weird dream last night.
We (I don’t remember who was with me) were going to visit Dino World. I think it was like an interactive museum. But because of COVID, we needed to drive past it and go to another place (State park?) to be fitted with roller skates. But not just any skates, they had skateboard dolly wheels. (I actually built a skateboard dolly, but mine cost $300 instead of $50 because I used pre-made swivelling wheels, marine-grade plywood, aircraft wing-walk compound, a tie-down, and I had an aluminum handle made.) We would take our tour of Dino World on tracks, and we would be pulled by cats or skunks. There was one cat and one skunk in my dream; a large, fluffy, very friendly, brown/grey tabby; and a large, fluffy, very freindly, de-scented, grey-and-white skunk. That’s where the dream ended, so we never got to Dino World.
My best fiend wrote a story for, and illustrated, the November issue of Cosmic Horror Monthly. I bought a signed copy. I thought they’d just signed a bunch of them with generic inscriptions, but my friend gave me a personalised inscription. That was nice. Can’t wait to read the issue.
Maybe you should be banging on the landlord’s door at three in the morning, asking to use the bathroom.
If you like wrinkles on doggies,
Who sit and look at the sun,
If you give lotsa skritchies,
We’ll get along, son … 
I forgot to thank you for this link! I love dorking out on stuff like this.
Would it help to eat somewhere other than on the couch in front of TV? Do you have a table and chair, where you can, say, peruse the Dope 
instead?
One thing TV can take away from you is mindfulness about what you’re eating. Instead of admiring color and aroma, it can turn into a shovel-fest.
Granted, your eighty-millionth shake in the same flavor isn’t much to be mindful about, and I can 1,000% see wanting to sluck that thing down while distracting one’s brain with something more interesting.
But once you’re eating actual honest-to-diety food, see if changing where you eat makes any difference.
Different environment breaking addictive behavior an’ all that …
Management already assigned my work order to a plumbing company yesterday. They got back with me today, and are expecting to be here this afternoon.
When I’ll be at work.
Ye gods, I hope to come home to a better potty scenario, but you can bet your sweet patootie I’ll go before I leave work after closing.
I did yesterday and was so. very. glad. to have had the foresight.
I’m being patient, because 1a.) I’m all too familiar with local labor shortage, and 2b.) it’s been raining buckets and that causes many basement/pipes issues 'round these parts, as I have personally already learned, so I can imagine plumbers are up to their eyeballs in service requests.
I finally wandered out to check - the batteries were the generic cheapies that came with the unit. I have replaced them with fresh batteries. We shall see what happens in the morning. Stay tuned!!
In an attempt to be productive and make my home less of a filthy horror show, I have dumped/refilled the primary litter box, cleaned the kitchen somewhat, and taken out the associated trash. Also rolled the big bin out for tomorrow already, since I gotta close at irk tonight and will be home long after it’s gotten dark.
Of course, I made a mess of dumping the litter into the trash bag (which ripped, because cheapo gonna be cheap) outside on the driveway … in the rain … which promptly turned into a cat-shitty-muddy mess.
Note to self: next time, maybe perform that entire operation curbside on the grass.
Or obtain not-so-cheapo non-rippy trash bags. That’d work, too.
Dang. Your batteries take a while to kick in!
I’m getting readings just fine now, TYVM, but it’s well above freezing. The test will be in tomorrow’s chill.
Daughter just texted me - they’re on their way with RoxStar. I should probably take a few minutes and tidy her bedroom…
Oh, 
a rat buyer! Just one, but he said he wants to start getting one every two weeks. 'Tis good to have regulars.
That group is now thinned out enough now to be O.K. in a smaller enclosure, so I can clean out their much bigger enclosure & play “musical rats” - which is a fun game that involves, well, a lot of cleaning work for me - so the next group can have their clean tub. And on, and on …
Step One: set up a clean, smaller enclosure.
(Step One-Half: get off my ass.)
Step Two: move everyone.
Step Three: the cleanup. Oy.
Step Four: move “holy crap they want fresh bedding” group into previously cleaned tub.
Step Five: lather, rinse, repeat.
It’s Mrs. L.A.'s job to clean the litter boxes. She says Goo hasn’t been defecating. Goo is acting completely normal. Wifey, RN palpated her stomach and said it ‘feels kind of hard, and kind of soft’ (presumably depending on the actual location she’s feeling). She’s left for Bellingham to get some hairball medicine, which she thinks will help move things along.
Goo jettisoned a seven-inch sausage. I guess she’s OK. If only Mrs. L.A. had waited 20 minutes before her 50-mile round-trip. (She’s probably at PetSmart by now.)