Sore foot, a spoiled cat and a steaming pile of manure along with a negative COVID test
Somewhere closer to 5 hours of sleep than I expected.
I am a grownup. I don't HAVE to watch videos after the end of Kyiv worship. I also do NOT have to fuss with possible blog entries.
But I am glad I woke up in time for the 9 am techno zoom. Ask me about broadband in multidwelling environments. I dare you.
No idea what is up with the stabbing pain in the middle of my right foot. Medical terror brain is going "OH NO, what if it's the same issue my brother is always complaining about. Anyway, I did not have to venture beyond my breezeway so wear festive striped socks and Chaco sandals all day. Foot hurts less at least.
Spoiled cat is sleeping on the sweater I want to wear so I chose another.
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| Home COVID test |
I fogged my way through a home COVID test for the first time ever. I am glad it was negative although I would not necessarily have minded a way to beg off from the building Christmas party.
As for the manure, maybe it will wind its way blog posts either about my Blind Leaders group project about solving attitude issues at a Horse Riding Rance OR there will be some Sandy Hook connection with a certain CO politician whose family Thanksgiving photo featured NO GUNS unlike last year's "Future School Shooters of America" family pic.

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