I did some badly needed vacuuming yesterday. I still need to attack the floors with the Boma, but they’re dust free for the time being, at least.
Last night after yoga, we decided to grab a puppy-dog, and go to the local wings joint. Chloé got some bits of de-sauced chicken and a couple of french fries. No, she’s not spoiled at all. Why do you ask. We were too full of buffalo wings for the original step two, which was to hit the Sonic for milkshakes, because there is no universe where this is not funny:
Mrs Magill sent me a link to a virtual conference for the NGLCC Day of Visibility tomorrow. I am of two minds. If I attend, that makes it more real, but I might get more tools for my toolbox.
I talk about “real” like that’s a option. It’s real. It’s happening. I just don’t want to admit it. I know I’m stuck on my Egyptian river cruise, and I should probably get off. It’s just that there are crocodiles in the water, and I don’t want to get eaten. Maybe I should just resign myself to be Cleopatra, Queen of Denial. Actually, I kinda like that, but I should probably find someone else to emulate.
Right - enough MMP journaling. Let’s see what happening today.
Sorry - It’s not happening this time. They’ve decoupled names from records in the bill to get around HIPAA. I just want to live my life in peace. Is that too much to ask?
metalmouse I wish I could open the windows while the weather is pleasant, but that time of year also involves pollen, which is not my friend. At all.
Wait a second - you all clean your windows?