This pandemic is terrible. Essential supplies are dwindling by the day.
Inbox 20, and, honestly, I’m not alive enough to get to it yet. I’m at the point where I’ve been indoors for too many days in a row, and my allergies are going nuts. Yesterday was work-news overload, chaos reigns, and I need a shitload more coffee.
A gardener friend told us the other day that a lady paid him by holding his cash out at arm’s length on the end of an outstretched spatula.
Listening to ARCTIC WINDS by Maggi Payne because it’s still bastard cold here.