Frozen pizza is becoming a thing ‘round these parts.

Frozen pizza is becoming a thing ‘round these parts.

I closed all three rings on my Apple Watch activity app today. I’m trying really hard to get back into it after slacking off for a month. It’s so difficult.
The watch has me burning way more calories when I walk in place than when I ride the exercise bike. I’m not sure why, but over the last week the bike has been better for my back. I did 40 minutes on the bike today, the goal is 30, and I wasn’t even close to the calorie goal.
I’ll have to figure something out, just so long as I don’t stop exercising. I can’t let myself stop again.
Good luck tomorrow, self.
As of a few minutes ago all four of us have seen the new Spider-Man. Given the current Covid/Omicron state there was no way Jen and I were going to see it in a theater. Sorry, Mickey, it just isn’t going to happen.
How then do we see the movie while still staying ridiculously, hyper vigilant against the plague?
One way is, to borrow a phrase from the Grumpy Old Geeks podcast, to go to Sweden. (Thepiratebay is located in Sweden…. Get it?)
Pirating works but there is the moral aspect of taking something that many people worked terribly hard on without giving them their due. The solution? Before we watched our horrible pirated file, Jen bought two tickets to a showing. There, moral questions answered. There is still the moral question of not spending money on concessions, but I can assure you that we would not be doing that anyway. There is zero chance we would stand in line near other people. Covid, you know? Speaking of Covid, our little work around means there were two open seats that could help with social distance.
So we’ve seen a horrid quality copy of the film, and the studio gets their ticket sales. We will further make it up to everyone by buying it when it gets to iTunes.
As for the movie itself? You’ll get no spoilers from me. You’re welcome.
What do I have to accomplish this week?
I need to cook dinner tonight. I’ve got one or two gifts to wrap. We need to figure out a Covid safe way to see Spider-Man. I need to bring the Christmas gifts we got for my niece and nephews to them. Not sure how/when that can happen. We never cleared the snow off the cars on Saturday and now they are covered in blocks of ice. We need to figure out what we are going to eat on Christmas Eve. We need to get Bellana home (though really she’s taking care of that one), I still have some tunes to finish, we have to make sure the kids are all set with their Christmas shopping, we have to not catch covid (omicron persei 8).
Yeah, that’s a start on a to do list.
Damn.
Thanks to some lucky calendar coincidences, I only have a three day work week this week. Talk about a relief.
Christmas is a day off for us. Christmas is Saturday. When Christmas falls on the weekend the rules are we get Friday off for Saturday holidays and Monday off for Sunday. Therefore we get Friday off this year. Sweet.
Christmas Eve is also a day off for us. We’ve had this particular non-national holiday for a few years now, but this is it. Starting in 2022 (2020 too) it’s back to working on Christmas Eve. This year though, Christmas Eve is on Friday, but we’re off on Friday because of Christmas Day, so we “celebrate” Christmas Eve on Thursday and we get Thursday off.
Every once in a while, the calendar just comes through for you, man. In a big way.
So we’re off on Thursday and Friday and we only have a three day week. Next week will also get some calendar magic as New Years Day is also a holiday that falls on Saturday, meaning we get Friday off. We don’t have a New Years Eve holiday, but the schedule works out that we’re off that day anyway.
Let me take this opportunity to praise 2021 for ending on this little up note, even though almost everything else this year has been rotten festering garbage and thanks to omicron there’s no reason to expect 2022 (2020 too) will be better.
HoHoHo!
I hate when this happens. It’s so damn infuriating.
I washed our sheets today. One fitted sheet, one non-fitted sheet, two small pillow cases, and two large pillow cases.
It should be easy. It should be the most simple thing in the world.
One of the small pillow cases got wrapped up in the fitted sheet and somehow got rolled into a tight little ball. I didn’t notice it until I was making the bed and had already finished with the fitted sheet. What, may I ask, is that bump in the middle of the bed? Why it’s an effin’ pillow case.
That’s not the infuriating part of all of this. The infuriating part is that due to being rolled up in a little ball, the rat bastard was still wet! I had actually put the sheets through the dryer twice and the little rat bastard was still wet!
Oh, you sonofabitch. How I hate when you do this to me. How I loathe it. Oh, how furious I feel.
Stupid pillow case. Stupid fitted sheet. Stupid, stupid pillow case and fitted sheet.
My fortune contains a grammar error. Does that nullify my future?


Patches went so far as to stick her head into Harry’s glass of eggnog, but she didn’t take a drink.
If we are going to play Mario Kart we should probably charge the controllers.

The to do list for tonight, with Bellana about 1000 miles away and all of us missing her:
It’s snowing today. We were expecting 4-8 inches and so far we have barely a dusting.
With the exception of Bellana being 1000 miles away, this is a pretty awesome plan.