The Yankees and Nationals started a game tonight. It’s currently delayed. I don’t know if it’s rain or coronavirus.
The Dodgers and the Giants started about half an hour ago.
Major League Baseball is back. Who knows for how long? I don’t care, it’s back.
Turns out we had been playing Sabac wrong. We were missing one tiny rule. We all thought it was a little too easy. It’s not easy anymore.
Miss Alexander Patchilton is here to improve my productivity.
We just got spanked by a thunderstorm. Massive downpour, super loud booms, a flash flood warning, and the power flickered a little.
The storm has passed but it’s still raining and we can still hear thunder in the distance. It was all very exciting.
Mom is being admitted to the hospital. Today’s issues are not cancer related and that is good. There are physical and behavioral problems today. The diagnosis makes sense to me for the physical stuff but not really for the behavioral. Others in our little circle have more experience with it though and they say it makes sense. The docs do too, and they know more than I do.
I’m not at the hospital. My brother and sister are, but they are riding this out in the parking lot, speaking to the ER staff on the phone. I’m at my parents’ house. I can’t be of use directly, but I can swiffer mop the holy hell out of their bathroom and kitchen. It’s better than nothing, I guess.
Patches and I are watching episode two of The Watchmen. It’s almost like they could see the future.
Hey nerd boy, enough with the time lapse. And even plugged in there is zero chance that iPod Touch battery makes it through the whole work day.
Look what the postman brought us today:
Suck it, you nazi cheeto loser slime ball bunkerbitch.
Alexander Patchilton, Jen, Harry and I are watching Disenchantment and Elfo is the best.
