Ice cream bearing drones

     Somewhere around 4.5 hours of sleep.

And someone in a conversation about sleep issues correctly guessed a common going to bed time. Not always. The Saturday crossword puzzle is always a bear, many times worse than Sunday. 

Going back to bed was theoretically possible, except...drum roll please it was national day of civic hacking. After leaping tall password hassles with a series of irritated muddles, I decided I did not want to traffic in the data scientist mumbo jumbo for one interesting project about helping small childcare providers find resources they are eligible for. RantWoman did not have quite the stats mentioned and was debating about whether to say the precise stats mentioned might be BS and then to go on about transparency in algorithms. RantWoman also decided she could just be distracted and not even look at more sidewalk maintenance stuff. Plus RantWoman needed the phone call she took (for 1.5 hours!) and also needed to wash hair.

All hail the TubShroom for heroic hair collection service. Bathtub still drains slowly on shampoo days BUT the big clump of hair is easy to collect and toss out.

RantWoman is posting this late enough to note evening diet of peanut butter pretzels and also the last of the black pepper sunflower bites. But RantWoman had GOOD social Zoom evening and may still decide to walk the breezeway. The mask helps about breathing but RantWoman will skip a late evening ice cream run and save that for daylight and see how much of today's events need to find their way into electronic form.

And credit RantMom with the drone idea. RantMom is vexed by the food regimen. RantMom was grumbling about what she got for lunch and a mismatch between what she wrote on her menue and what appeared. Then she acknowledged that under the circumstances that definitely a first world problem. Then the RantWoman went back to alternating between deep gratitude and irritation for The Way Things are. We also decided that drones to make late night ice cream deliveries could be a nice option.

 

The cat has mixed feelings about
her social media presence. Perhaps
she does not want to know how much
she matters for sanity.