We are having “heavy rains” today—that’s how my Google Machine described it. So I’m sitting in the dark typing you even though the sun has been up for awhile. The “sun.” It’s allegedly here. Like Norm’s wife on Cheers.
Anyway, I wish I had anything to tell you. My days pretty much go like this: Get up, feed 200 pets, work and then work and work also, then trainer or financial advisor (I’ve been seeing one about my retirement, which is doable in a mere 15 years, so celllll-a-brate good times, come on!) then feed 200 pets and then lie about listlessly then bed. The End.
That pretty much sums up the last six months, other than the financial advisor, who is new.
It’s hard to blog during a pandemic.
And speaking of which, could you fucking comment? It’s really not easy to sludge self up for another day that looks like the one before and get on here and try to be interesting when you never leave the house and after all that, know that 39 people out of 1,500 said something.
Speaking of blogging, last weekend I got curious about someone I used to follow back when everyone had blogs. She had a very cute visual blog and we shared the same taste in everything from bed linens to plates (in other words, she liked old cute shit too) and I just loved looking at her stuff. Her husband was hot, too. See? Same taste.
They adopted a baby and the worst thing happened: There was some sort of window for the birth mother to change her mind, and she did. So after a few days of just rapturous posts about her new baby, that new baby was gone. God, it was horrible.
Anyway, that musta been about the time I got divorced and started dating. Remember when I used to date? Because I got distracted and lost touch with her. I knew she’d successfully adopted another child and that was good.
So I checked in on her this weekend and not only does she still blog like I do, as apparently we have the same taste in doing something that was hot in 2009, she still has the same taste as me in general (still likes the shit your grandma liked in 1954) and her daughter is an actual fully formed person at this point, clocking in at 3 to 12 years old.
That was a relief.
Do you ever check in on people you used to follow? I sometimes wonder if anyone does that with me. “Who was that person I used to read? Bye Bye Cake? Hooray for Pie? What was it?” Then they go over to the old blog and eventually find me over here. And they say, Oh, she’s become a bitter old cat lady. OK!
Anyway, I have to go. I have already worked 40 hours this week but I have quite a day ahead of me, as the person sending me work said, “I have stuff to send you Friday but I don’t see how you’re gonna get it all done.”
I’ll catch you after my exciting weekend of crowds and lots of close contact with strangers.
From her happy place,