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Morning again. How rude. Feeling a little better, though the head is still tender. It roared back up last night until I laid down for an hour and slept. Then it was good enough to put Dad to bed, and go back to sleep.
Put in a huge instacart order. Meats for the next two weeks, along with some minor treats like bread and butter pickles. That'll come sometime today, hopefully early enough that we can put something in the slow cooker for dinner. Otherwise, it'll be bbq meatballs, as I think the IKEA meatballs are the last thing we have. Actually, I don't think we have barbecue sauce. Crud.
We're almost caught up on Rusty Quill Gaming. I think we're only two episodes behind now. Then to get caught up with the Adventure Zone. We kinda got out of the habit during our Corona phase, because neither of us could follow anything plotty. Really, those two weeks are a haze in my memory. I just remember feeling like poo and coughing my face off, and occasionally looking at my temperature and going "Huh, yeah. That's a fever." My temp normally runs low. 97.1-ish. So when I have 102, it kicks my ass.
I continue to have kitties on the bed behind my monitor all day. It's nice. I like the company, but damn, my desk is cat hair central. I think on Friday when I'm off, and there's no cats, I'm going to vacuum the sheepskin and desk. I spend 8 hours in there and it shows on the little carpet I put under my desk so my feet won't be on the cold floor. The only clean place in the junk room is yet again in front of a air conditioning vent, so it tends to get really chilly sometimes. My legs are frequently ice by the time I get off work.
Now off to pace the internet until I have to go to work. I miss my 8am schedule. It was the perfect amount of time to be awake before starting work. This bullshit 3 1/2 hours sucks. It gives me way to much time to be bored. I hit my morning websites, drink my coffee and I'm ready to go! But no. Still another 2 hours before it's time to work. Ugh.
Put in a huge instacart order. Meats for the next two weeks, along with some minor treats like bread and butter pickles. That'll come sometime today, hopefully early enough that we can put something in the slow cooker for dinner. Otherwise, it'll be bbq meatballs, as I think the IKEA meatballs are the last thing we have. Actually, I don't think we have barbecue sauce. Crud.
We're almost caught up on Rusty Quill Gaming. I think we're only two episodes behind now. Then to get caught up with the Adventure Zone. We kinda got out of the habit during our Corona phase, because neither of us could follow anything plotty. Really, those two weeks are a haze in my memory. I just remember feeling like poo and coughing my face off, and occasionally looking at my temperature and going "Huh, yeah. That's a fever." My temp normally runs low. 97.1-ish. So when I have 102, it kicks my ass.
I continue to have kitties on the bed behind my monitor all day. It's nice. I like the company, but damn, my desk is cat hair central. I think on Friday when I'm off, and there's no cats, I'm going to vacuum the sheepskin and desk. I spend 8 hours in there and it shows on the little carpet I put under my desk so my feet won't be on the cold floor. The only clean place in the junk room is yet again in front of a air conditioning vent, so it tends to get really chilly sometimes. My legs are frequently ice by the time I get off work.
Now off to pace the internet until I have to go to work. I miss my 8am schedule. It was the perfect amount of time to be awake before starting work. This bullshit 3 1/2 hours sucks. It gives me way to much time to be bored. I hit my morning websites, drink my coffee and I'm ready to go! But no. Still another 2 hours before it's time to work. Ugh.
