Patches tells me I should go to bed. She’s right.

Patches tells me I should go to bed. She’s right.


I did it. After 14 months I went to the grocery store. I was freaked out but not too freaked out. I survived.
The machine is here and it’s on. Goodnight, everyone.

I did a lot of work around the house today. I haven’t had a day like this in a while and it hurt. My back hurt and my legs hurt and my arms hurt and my me hurt. My general outlook on life hurt too and I was grumpy and snarky and pissy and not very fun to be around. Jen was the only person I saw all day long so I apologize to her for being an ass. Sorry, sweetie. I wasn’t being a schmuck on purpose, but I was definitely being a schmuck and I’m sorry.
Karma kinda kicked me in the dick in response. It’s Nana Sitting night tonight and I got stuck behind a train in Tewksbury. At first I was on East Street and it was a massive freight train crossing the street at the Demoulas warehouse. Shit. Those trains can stop traffic forever. I was pretty sure the same train track crossed Shawsheen Street but I figured I’d double back and check for sure. Yup, I got stopped by the same train on a different road.
I thought about getting back on route 93 and heading South one exit, but that would potentially hit the same train on Salem Road (probably not, but I didn’t want to get stuck that far away from my mother’s house). I thought about going North one exit and getting off at route 133 in Andover. Yeah, that’s the way to go. But then I thought, why not jump onto Frontage road and go around that way? Frontage to Osgood to Blanchard to Pinnacle and… I hit the train again. DAMN IT.
Third time was the charm. I sat there and waited it out. Friggin’ train.
My mother was asleep when I got here, around 6:30. I had to wake her up for her 8:00 pills. Here’s hoping she has a better night than the last time I was here.
I’m watching game one of the Tampa Bay vs Florida playoff series. Pretty good game so far, about one period in. I think at 9:00 I will switch over to the train wreck that is Fear the Walking Dead. I wonder how they’ll try to top the still born baby shit from last week.
I’ve been playing loose with the intermittent fasting rules. Starting late and ending early. This week is going to be a shit show of crazy busy insanity. I’m considering the possibility of blowing off the whole process for a few days. There are some early morning things in the works this week that are going to benefit from a great big breakfast, not to mention buckets of morning caffeine. I’ll share the details when they happen.
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.

