Bread Day

Another case from overseas, detected in quarantine. The system works. Huzzah. Eight active cases. So less opportunity for random Typhoid Karens. I feel better about my place in this world.

Not completely safe, but better. Better is good enough for me. I'm actually contemplating hanging up my mask. Just... not... yet. See how this weekend goes.

Turns out I've been having a bout of depression, that was way beyond overdue. So once more I'm not paying a lot of attention to the news.

At least until I get my usual joi de vivre back.

Today, it's all about the bread, the unmuckling, and creating an Instant. After that, it's all up to my mood of the moment.

Two cases again from overseas, on a boat. No word as to whether they're staying on the boat or what. Blargh. My dough is thawing on the dining room table as I write this blog.

I'm leaving the Wordpress results of the troll up. It's a part of my learning journey and that kind of documentation might be important at a later date. Whatever. It is a piece of my past nevertheless.

Sigh.

It's Saturday and we're out of cream, I'm running

One new case linked to a previous case, and already in quarantine. A week left, more or less, until the Brisbane anti-lockdown protests blow up in a spate of new cases.

Sigh.

The more it goes on, the more it keeps on going on. Blurgh. It's almost bus o'clock right now, so I will be working on potentially the last 100 words in my novel for two weeks because school holidays.

I'm back and my PLNs include: bread, unfuckening, and today's Instant.

Yesterday's case happens to be from overseas and already contained, so there's more hope for days free of idiocy from the infected.

Idiocy from everywhere else...

The Muppet's way of handling Climate change is the same as his way of handling the plague. Swear that it's going to go away and then singsong "I'm not listening, nerny nerny ner ner."

Sigh.

They're talking about opening up the borders again and it is honestly too soon. NSW and Victoria are still rife with