rolanni | Anything can happen day (Reply)

We had a small but boisterous thunderstorm on the overnight, which knocked out the power just long enough to be irritating.

Today is, indeed, Anything Can Happen Day, and all I'm saying is -- it better. Or, wait. Maybe I mean EVERYTHING Can Happen. I think that's closer.

The To-Do List includes:

*Reading Trader's Leap mass market proofs (which landed yesterday; correx due end of June)
*Renewing the Hummer Bars (three Hummer Bars. I think I'd better stop, now.)
*Do the laundry
*Continue work on contracted short story, working title "Gadreel's Folly" (mid-July target date)
*Continue work on novel (due end of June)
*The mandatory walk and exercise regime

I'd briefly considered going over to Winslow and stopping at the Spiro's Gyros food truck for lunch, but that might need to wait until, oh, tomorrow, when I have to visit the vampyres, anyway.

Yesterday, was Echocardiogram and EKG Day. Now waiting for those results. We also stopped at the grocery store and I had a haircut in the afternoon. That was Interesting, though possibly not for the reason you may imagine. In the space of those three events, I moved from an environment where everyone was masked, to an environment where employees were masked, and customers who had not been vaccinated were asked to be masked (and where one maskless guy tried to pick a fight with Steve about masks, but missed), to the the place where I get my hair cut which was packed and I was the only one wearing a mask*.

It's been Wicked Hot here in Central Maine over the last few days -- I think we cracked 100F/38C on Monday; yesterday was merely 88F/31; and today the weatherbeans are calling for a balmy 85F/29C. I, myself, am living for Friday, when the high temp is predicted to be 66F/19C.

Presently, I have two coon cat supervisors, while Steve makes do with one.

And that's how the day's getting underway, here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

Y'all stay safe.

Today's blog title brought to you by the Mickey Mouse Club which was on network television around 1958/1959. Here's your link.

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*Yes, yes, I'm still wearing a mask, even though I'm vaccinated and all. Doctor's orders are to pretend I haven't been vaccinated and the masking orders have never been dropped. This is because I'm a cancer patient (aka a person whose immune system has been purposefully repressed) and there's some concern that the vaccine is not 100%, or even, yanno, 87% effective in that population.