The other Thwack has reappeared

 Somewhere over SIX hours total counting falling asleep after late supper and going back to bed until 10am. 

The late supper was I think the last of the lima bean and zuccini stew. Labels on the freezer containers are for ... well not for me. It's good stew, just that yesterday was probably too many carbs and not enough exercise. And laundry still did not happen so it HAS TO happen tonight. Living large and wild here.

On the way to gathering laundry, I found the white cane that went AWOL during the last bout with laundry. Yes, all my canes are named Thwack. On top of that some prefer male pronouns. Some prefer female pronouns. But at least this one did not get lost in the borrowed for laundry shopping cart. 

    

Now if I could find the clothes that MAYBE I left in the laundry room or maybe one of my neighbors decided they need worse than I do.

2 folded
60" WCIB canes
 with roller tips

Email contains a "we have not been communicating well" missive from housing authority. It appears to match the thing posted in tiny print near the elevator. Housing authority still has not gotten the message that posting in print people can read and / or delivering something we can print by email and or enlarge... Never mind.

Snail mail contains also from Housing Authority print 

copy of Seattle Landlord tenant regulations. The likes of RantWoman can bleeping well look up on the internet and would not mind in the least hearing that suggestion--except too many other people have internet access issues right now because the computer labs are still closed. Ahhhh #COVID.

Snark in the direction of #CoronaPalooza at the White House: my Twitter is full of people on same steroid as the President who say the drug really whacks mood. If POTUS is feeling just Grrrreat, it's the drugs and he should not be handling the nuclear codes. But what do I know, except they advise people not to drive after procedures for a lot less.

Something else bouncing in and out of brain but maybe just time to do laundry.

Ooh ooh. Now I remember: the TubShroom absolutely rocks! Pulling globs of hair out of the thing is kind of yucky gross but MUCH saner than all that hair down the drain.

Many kind emails after yesterday. Turns out maybe I will go alone to first appointment. RantMom has her own heart stuff appointments and I really cannot deal with Little Sister being present.