I got zero things done today. Billed like TWO hours. I had a million things to do but did not do them. I suppose I will do them this weekend. What is time?
Oh hey. Have you seen the Derry Girls GBBO special on Netflix? It is excellent. It made me literally choke on my tears of laughter the first watch. I’ve seen it seventeen times since then. It has not lost its charm. Ready to move to Ireland. Have they handled COVID better? Just about everyone has. God bless American rugged individualism.
I can also recommend Jingle Jangle – the new Christmas movie produced by John Legend, also on Netflix. Forrest Whitaker is a treasure. So is the wee girl who stars. I want to pick her up and put her in my pocket.
I mean what on earth is there to write about. Hmmm. Well, there’s this: Today I nearly picked a fight with a roofing company dropping bricks on my pastor’s head, but then realized I was wearing leopard print pajamas and had my hair piled on my head in a pink Nyx claw clip, so thought better of it. That was a little excitement, I suppose, though ultimately I just called and reported them to the state. (They are renovating his rental property, no advance notice, demolished an asbestos-filled chimney and dropped bricks and dust down his chimney and tossed them in his yard, nearly missing his head, he lives two blocks away so I rushed down to go Tiger Lawyer on them and then realized what I looked like and meekly retreated).
In other exciting news of the day, we also waffled over letting our son play in his basketball game and ultimately pulled him out, because masks are not mandated during play. They wear them and socially distance while on the bench, but take them off when they’re in play. The Prof and I are like – wah? How is that helpful, if during play on the court they don’t have them on? We thought about letting him play fully masked the whole time, and dithered all day, because the mental and physical health benefits of playing basketball are huge and he needs the boost these days and wearing a mask yourself is extremely helpful. In the end, we pulled him out last minute and now I feel guilty about letting the team down. But this is a BAD public health idea.
All these decisions, day in and day out. I am losing my ability to do a cost benefit analysis. I can’t hold all these shifting norms/statistics/best practices in my head day in and day out. I’m just a wobbly bit of jello right now, I have lost any sense of form, I’m just a gently deconstructing mass, melting in a gelatinous pile on the floor. I don’t want to make any more decisions. Vaccinate me now, please, before all of my socializing skills totally wilt and I am not fit for public life anymore.
Anyway how you doing?