Someone is moving somewhere this week and the Mazda is all set to pitch in. (The bag is full of bungee chords)

Someone is moving somewhere this week and the Mazda is all set to pitch in. (The bag is full of bungee chords)


So the pandemic really is over, eh?
If the blinds made me mad enough to go on a murder spree, it was nothing compared to the little, tiny curtain tie back thing on the right. The screw didn’t just strip, it disintegrated. Prick.

We bought blinds for the dining room window before the cellar fiasco started. I’m just getting to them today. The window was open and I’m guessing the neighbors were alarmed by the frequency, volume, and sheer viscousness of the swearing they heard coming from inside the house.

Jen had to run into the mall for a socially distant appointment. I took the opportunity to walk around a square of parking lot. Five minutes later I thought I was going to die. Oh well, baby steps.



You can’t really tell from this picture, but we have a new family moving into the house. The space stayed empty last year but someone has finally moved in.

I took my wife to get her hair cut. I’m hanging in the parking lot watching Solar Opposites on my phone. I got out of the car to stretch my legs and saw this:

There are two discarded masks on the left side of the car, and one on the right. So this is a thing now?
I’m outside in the world and it’s weird.
