It doesn’t look too apocalyptic out. I can still see the BigM sign. But it’s still coming down hard.

I still haven’t used my dryer in 2026. Broke as a joke! Hanging my clothes has been a painless change. The only issue is that I can only do one load of laundry per day, as it takes one day for it to fully dry. Doing more than one load per day is rare for me, so not a big whoop.

I was reminded of that time in the early 90s when I lived with 8 people in a three bedroom walk up apartment. I lived in the dining room. I had my area sectioned off with a drape hung from a rope. Frankly, I think I had the best space because the dining room windows had stained glass accents. Tonight I was watching a YouTube video about a trend in New York City (and perhaps elsewhere?) with something similar. People are slicing up tiny apartments into smaller spaces by building temporary “flex walls”. They’re similar to office cubicle style walls with doors. They only rise up six feet or so and don’t go all the way to the ceiling. We could have used these back in the day, but they hadn’t been invented yet!

It’s happening, boo. The Brown Bakery sent me an emergency alert text telling me to check my email immediately. The only other time I’ve gotten an emergency text was when there was an active shooter on campus! The email says stay home, everything is closed. Eek! Mother is probably spinning in her seat! I’ll call her after my nap.

Morning cackle!

I drank this 10 mg THC raspberry juice seltzer last night – but I only drank half of it because I’m a wimp. I even precisely measured out the ounces in a measuring cup. As one does. It was delicious! It’s made with real raspberry juice. I felt like nothing was happening at first when Mr. K and I were watching a movie – more on that later. But then after he left, things got real loopey. I was wandering around Nappy Knolls for like an hour trying to figure out how to brush my teeth. I kept getting distracted by things or thoughts. I slept like a corpse and feel brand new today. I think the THC cured me of the covid. And no hangover today! I always toy with weed being my drug of choice instead of booze. My old body doesn’t enjoy booze the way it used to, and I rarely drink anymore. Maybe once a month? But I’m kinda nervous about what my best dosage should be. I like a buzz but don’t want to wake up in another country, ya feel me? I think 5 mg is my sweet spot.

I was reading an article about Oscar nominated movies and created my annual list of movies to see. As one does. I’m sure Miss Amy is all over hers. There are only two this year that caught my eye – Sinners and Bugonia. I’ll put their trailers below for y’all.

Sinners is a gorgeous Spielberg-esque Jim Crow-era period piece – think Color Purple – set in Mississippi about two black gangster men who return to their hometown from Chicago with lots of cash and decide to open a juke joint in the heart of KKK country. And they’re twins played by the same actor. And there are vampires. And the movie kinda breaks into being a musical at times. It’s kinda wild! I recommend it. And it’s streaming for free on Prime right now.

Bugonia – which we haven’t watched yet – is a scifi / psychological thriller about whackjob conspiracy theorists who kidnap a woman they suspect is an alien disguised as a human. The lead is played by the ethereal Emma Stone who can do no wrong by me. She seems to work in the strangest, most out-there films that stick to you. Such a talent! It’s getting rave reviews, and I keep seeing ads for it.

At the weed store! Say what?

Were you crawling around on your kitchen floor today, scrubbing your baseboards, and wondering if you eat too much toast today? Me neither.

Doing chores around-the-clock is the only way to stay warm! Did your momma ever tell you to wash the bedding in dish liquid? Dirty pillows! Enquiring minds want to know. And yes, I buy the gallon of dish liquid on-the-cheap at Lowe’s. Or it used to be a gallon. It’s more like a quart now. Shrinkflation. Y’all need to get on Lowe’s for the cheap cleaning and laundry supplies. It’s honestly a game changer. I seem to recall that Mother used a lemon scented dish liquid that came in a yellow container that looked like a column or dumbbell, wider at the base and top. Omg! Thank you internet, I found it! Octagon. Memories. I can’t believe I haven’t splashed the Octagon brain cell with booze yet.

I’ve had a rather unproductive evening. I wasn’t able to get my steps in at the Brown Bakery today. One of the Lunch Gym treadmills is broken, and the gym was crowded with fit youtes. No spots for me. I thought I’d walk at home later, but it’s too cold even indoors. Mr. K convinced me to get my electric couch blankie out. Once that was fired up, I didn’t move for hours. I was going to watch a movie but instead went down a few interesting YouTube rabbit holes. I like learning new things. I’m not too excited about the weekend. We’re supposed to get like forty inches of snow by Monday with arctic blasts of high winds. And I’m still not feeling my best. Perhaps I’ll experiment with some new animation ideas tomorrow.

I can’t remember if I took my dope. So I took it again. While I wait to find out, I’m having a salted caramel cookie to take the edge off.

I live on texas cheese toast now. And I don’t like your judgy looks.

Speaking of 1099s, I somehow made $45 on amazon last year. Also, I received a letter for some unclaimed stripe funds related to a long-dead podcast that I monetized a decade ago. Who can keep track? I’m very busy.

I realized recently when watching some educational videos that I’ve never read an Agatha Christie mystery novel. That seems like something everyone needs to do at one point or another. So I dropped this into my kindle library for later use.

Ha! I just cackled out loud!

This cheapie tiny hearing-aid-like single bluetooth earbud is one of my best tech purchases ever. I use it all the time when I need to listen to webinars or meetings. Also my eyes feel like two piss holes in a snowbank from sleeping for two days.

I switched off the Roth retirement investments and reverted back to all pre-tax traditional deductions. It doesn’t make sense to lose $600 a month now in taxes when I am trying to accumulate a savings cushion in my earnings years. I need that $600 a month for booze! There is so much conflicting messaging on Roth accounts, that I honestly have no idea if I’ll even need to worry about them at all at my level of retirement savings. In the meantime, I’m going to continue to do what I’ve been doing successfully for centuries and not make any additional changes.

Laying in bed dying for two days is good for my waistline! Lost three pounds. Woot! probably because the cold pills give me the splatz. Shart week! Call it in!

I’m pretty sure I had covid for the first time in herstory. Or at least the first documented case. I took a test – a very old expired test! – and it came back faintly positive. I was stay-in-bed-for-two-days sick. I’m feeling 80% better today. I’m still taking the dayquill pills. But I’m weening myself off. I’m down to one every three hours. I think I’ll be brand new by Sunday. I’m headed to the office today. I’m behind, and we are busy. It’s Friday so no one will be around. And I’m not much symptomatic now. I only feel like I’ve been run over by a bus. Mr. K has been checking in but has stayed away. In fact, I don’t think I’ve come in contact with any human other than my office mates on Tuesday when I started to get scratchy. They seem fine so far. Hopefully I am the last person in my chain. And thank the lort, I’ve been nowhere near Mother since last Thursday. Perhaps I had a mild case because I am vaccinated for both flu and covid every fall. I blame Weezer. He’s had covid like eighteen times. He’s a walking Wuhan bio lab.

The accuracy!

Make it fancy as hell!

I very much hate this time of year. I think being trapped inside makes me ruminate on all the bad things that have happened to me in the past. Which seem to mostly have happened during the cold months of the year.