2-2-22 enough
I noticed something was wrong as soon as I woke up. My floors were freezing and the air was chill. It was -21 C outside and only +10 C inside. The thermostat was blank and the furnace was blowing recycled air. After a panicked moment I pulled the thermostat off the wall to see it has two AA batteries, of which I had no new ones left. I grabbed two out of one of my remotes and got it running again. I am not sure how many stick bugs I may have lost, and my fish, George would not rise up out of a spot between his house and the bowl. I added some warm water to his tank, got in a hot shower and headed to work.
It was another super concentration day and that was good as it made it go by fast. When I was done the file I was last working on I decided to come home and check on George and work on the file I have at home. George had moved which was a relief but still isn’t up swimming around like usual. I hope he will be fine as I have had him for over 2 years now, a year longer than Missy. I have talked to him a lot, especially in the solitude of those early quarantine days.
I did work on the file for most of the evening, stopping only to eat, fold my laundry and respond to messages including the final program ready for printing. I am so looking forward to sending it off to the printer tomorrow.
The thing that I have had enough of, and that is cramping my enjoyment of social media, is the posting of all the mixed messages about the trucking convoy to Ottawa. I don’t even need to do any research, all sides are being presented and I have grown weary of it all. Until people around me stop dropping out of work due to the virus, until the hospital is back to normal long waits, and until all protocols are dropped, I will obey the mandates. It is in the interest of the greater good and also mine. I believe I have dodged the bullet but won’t push my luck. Just working on the set lately has been more interaction than I have been used to and I am slowly getting used to that. One of the things I am happy about is the number of people I consider ‘my peeps’ that think the convoy is ludicrous and embarrassing as well. No government is perfect, but the number of horrible things that are being spewed at ours is disgusting. I want to be proud to be Canadian again. It has been a long season of Residential school horrors, white supremist looniness and open vile between strangers and kin alike.
Maybe I can Rip Van Winkle to awake in a more pleasant time of harmony and health. Wishing you all the same xo
triumphgal 