. . . dress like a slob. It’ll make you not want to be seen too closely by anyone.
Sorry, no penitential photo today, but I promise I’ve been practicing my pro-level introvert game and have it down pat. Whatever you are visualizing, I assure I am more slovenly than that.
Over at the blorg I’ve done a little Corona-blogging, and I’ve been spending the last couple days of not-sure-if-sick haunting Twitter a fair bit, in the unlikely event you are looking for COVID-19 retweets. Don’t seem to have gotten the plague, but not winning any productivity awards.
Other than that? Battling mosquitoes, pet-dish edition. Season is upon us.
Today I looked at my massive backlog of housework and proceeded to get my little basil plant potted, put out the citronella plant I over-wintered to get some filtered sun, re-potted the strawberries that were ready to be moved after many years in the same old re-purposed sand box, and confirmed that the weather is 99% of the time suited to playing outside, and nearly ever appropriate for doing laundry. Hmmn.
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