Was just at the pharmacy, wondering where my crows were. Last year about this time I got bombarded like hell. One of their fledglings had fallen out of the nest, and was out in the roadway through the parking lot. I kindly shepherded it to the ramp to get up on the sidewalk and out of traffic. Got me knocked on my head enough to strain my neck.
NC mockingbirds are the same. Wake up at 3 am, there he is in the front yard, mocking away. I actually don’t mind it. Much better than sirens, motorcycles revving, or the neighbors arguing/trying to beat the shit out of each other.
No, it means they’re nesting nearby, and you can expect this behaviour regularly for several weeks.
actually if you want a sparkling water that tastes like a soda try clearly Canadian or walmarts version “clear American”
Grants are finally in!
I’m too fucking tired to celebrate. Oof.
I’ve lost a lot of sleep this week. Looking forward to catching up at some point.
Well done, you! In case no one has told you, I’m telling you now: YOU ROCK AT YOUR JOB!
Would that I were in a position to watch your little math whiz for you for a couple of days, so you could take the break that you clearly deserve.
Now go take care of Spice_Weasel for a couple of hours.
Thank you! Thank you!
Brilliant segue into adorable kid story time.
Today was twin day at Wee Weasel’s therapy place. That’s where the staff dress up in clothes to match a child of their choice. They got Wee Weasel a matching shirt that says, “Just a Boy Who Loves Planets.”
He was so happy to wear his planets shirt today.
Then we got this message:
“He got so excited. Immediately asked what would happen if Mercury went into the sun, then told us that touching the sun is unsafe.” 
Glad the safety stuff is finally sinking in.
Also, can we not tell my son, “Maybe you’ll be the next Elon Musk!” No please god no.
I got a result for something (not a health issue) that makes zero fucking sense unless I’m a way bigger idiot than my entire academic and professional life has indicated. Of course, this comes by email a 4pm on a Friday and there’s no way I’ll be able to find out more until Monday. I’m hoping there’s a data entry or other computer/process error that spat out this result, but I just don’t know and I’m going to be worrying about this all goddamn weekend.
If I actually messed up this badly, I’m fucking illiterate.
Goddamn it.
I was craving stuffed cabbage. Can’t afford to pay for a meal, theres no stuffed cabbage tv dinners in tha store. Finally I see some in prepared foods- 8.99 a lb. That would’ve used up my food stamps. I dislike cravings.