Watched the movie with some friends and the improbability 🤣🤣🤣 Just had to read the book the movie is based on. Hopefully it’s a good beach read.

Currently Reading: Bullet Train by Kotaro Isaka 📚

I need a new listen to get through all of this paperwork (well, admin-type work) and started Night Vale Presents: Unlicensed. And, of course, now I can’t focus on work. So I need to figure out what I really can listen to that is familiar and entertaining but won’t draw me in to the point where I ignore the things I am supposed to be doing. 

#nowlistening

TIL: More than 20 viruses are going around that could be causing my current bout of ick, and they are all stronger since the pandemic, as in, the common cold now takes at least 7 days to get over instead of 3-4 days. Antivirals only exist for the flu and COVID. Everything else gets supportive therapies (hello, hot toddy!). The good news is I don’t have pneumonia (walking or otherwise) or my other fear, yet another bout of bronchitis (for me, that’s 6 weeks of guaranteed misery).

So today, I am trying to “mom” myself. Soup, tea, Puffs with Lotion, Emergen-C, and rest in between bouts of coughing, losing my voice, and expectorating all sorts of ick. Doc says to return in two weeks if I haven’t gotten better.

I’m listening to a mix of instrumental John Williams to try and get into a flow.

[This Is John Williams] (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DZ06evO1RMsso?si=pH_A62AUSCCTrsoUEfd74w)

However, going from HP to Duel of the Fates (SW) took me out of flow 😂 I’m trying to get administrative manager work done and off my plate for the rest of the year!

It’s been a hot minute since I logged in here, and wow! Loving some of the changes. I had to update my mastodon account since I moved instances, and then I wondered, “how do I ease the load on my images if I upload them here?” It looks like I will be going super old-school, like before Picasa (may it RIP) old-school. Flickr used to allow blogging to Blogger, so I need to revisit how to get my Flickr photos here when I photojournal.

Either that or my Flickr account will be inundated with random thoughts. Either way … let’s go make some mistakes.

What does it mean to be engaged? Not married, but involved (preferably enthusiastically) with work. Because I just don't see the point.

Things at work are changing again; honestly, I am just over it. I thought I wanted more work responsibility and recognition, but now that everything is on fire and people are looking at me for guidance, I'm kinda like, "Y'all should have listened to the fire prevention advice I've only been shouting for the last year." 

My soul is dying a little bit each day, just like my lucky bamboo in the window, which, as you can see, is not getting enough light now. 

This is not a "cry wolf" situation. It's what I do. I vented to my squad. Finally heard back that I am valid (got gaslit by my previous manager and still working through that ish) and they are working through some of the same. Disgruntled women over a certain age are almost as formidable as today's teens when we can summon up enough energy to deal with other people's bullshit.

I am really looking forward to some much-needed R&R next week. Real sunshine! Not four LED therapy lights placed strategically around my cave of "Contemplation and Caffeine" or something like that. 

Ok, deep breath, good tunes, and clean my desk. The rest of the shit can be dealt with later when I have some literal and metaphorical space to deal with it.

When one is super-senior and the other is a boundless energy beagle. Happy #InternationalDogDay