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beansideToday, we shall take a break from Panic at the Disco lyrics for a Fall Out Boy lyric. Tomorrow, who knows?
I am in a mood this morning. The cats are driving me crazy, knocking shit over, and the dog is all up in my shit, wanting attention. (that is not the problem, the problem is that he climbs all over you and tries to bat away the computer-and he's 30 lbs. This is not fun to have on your chest.) Also, Dad was up at 7:30am and now he is talky. I am not at my best at 7:30am. I just want my hour or so of quiet, so I can fully wake up, but alas, it is not to be today.
It technically was my day to sleep in, but I was awake, and Jess sounded like she could get more sleep, so I got up. Maybe tomorrow I can sleep a little longer. It's annoying, on the days I could sleep in, I'm wide awake at my normal time to get up, but when I need to get up, I feel like I could sleep longer.
I don't thing the governor of MD is doing enough for the surge in COVID cases. We downgraded restaurants from 75% capacity to 50%, and implored jobs to allow telecommuting. I'm hoping as cases continue to rise, we scale it back further. I know it'll be hard on businesses, but this is people's lives. People are getting COVID-fatigue, and I get it, I'm sick of it too. But, it's not going away anytime soon, so we need to figure our shit out fast.
And I know that's easy for me to say. My family lives together, so it's not like I would be going anywhere for Thanksgiving or Christmas anyway. My company set up work from home at the beginning of the pandemic, and I don't seem to be going back anytime soon. Shelly still has to go to work, and that worries me a little bit, but she has limited contacts, only three other employees. We have the finances to Instacart our groceries for the most part. If it hadn't been for Dad being sent home from rehab infected, I never would have gotten COVID, most likely.
Okay, I have now had my coffee, and am slightly less aggro, and ready to face the day and it's errands.
I am in a mood this morning. The cats are driving me crazy, knocking shit over, and the dog is all up in my shit, wanting attention. (that is not the problem, the problem is that he climbs all over you and tries to bat away the computer-and he's 30 lbs. This is not fun to have on your chest.) Also, Dad was up at 7:30am and now he is talky. I am not at my best at 7:30am. I just want my hour or so of quiet, so I can fully wake up, but alas, it is not to be today.
It technically was my day to sleep in, but I was awake, and Jess sounded like she could get more sleep, so I got up. Maybe tomorrow I can sleep a little longer. It's annoying, on the days I could sleep in, I'm wide awake at my normal time to get up, but when I need to get up, I feel like I could sleep longer.
I don't thing the governor of MD is doing enough for the surge in COVID cases. We downgraded restaurants from 75% capacity to 50%, and implored jobs to allow telecommuting. I'm hoping as cases continue to rise, we scale it back further. I know it'll be hard on businesses, but this is people's lives. People are getting COVID-fatigue, and I get it, I'm sick of it too. But, it's not going away anytime soon, so we need to figure our shit out fast.
And I know that's easy for me to say. My family lives together, so it's not like I would be going anywhere for Thanksgiving or Christmas anyway. My company set up work from home at the beginning of the pandemic, and I don't seem to be going back anytime soon. Shelly still has to go to work, and that worries me a little bit, but she has limited contacts, only three other employees. We have the finances to Instacart our groceries for the most part. If it hadn't been for Dad being sent home from rehab infected, I never would have gotten COVID, most likely.
Okay, I have now had my coffee, and am slightly less aggro, and ready to face the day and it's errands.
