Lo Batt

A 4-post collection

Wednesday: The Search For Spoons

I'm... struggling.

My knees are nominally operational again, but my right hip has taken it's turn, with my back, to make functioning in meatspace more than a little difficult.

I'm doing what I can to improve the situation, but I'm still on low-batt/minimal spoons today.

I have 1K left worth of words to put into my Promptcast thing and I have yet to reach the prompt I want to use. Soon.

My PLN is to plug in the last 1K and attempt to reach the second prompt I like. But if I just get to one, it's okay.

Then I get a rattle on with today's tale.

I might need breaks to ease my back. Time will tell.

My email says I have a parcel in my locker. My app says nothing's there. I have to get it during the small hours of tomorrow and I already lack the spoons to do it today.

I might see if I can get Beloved to drive me there and back so less spoons are needed. I'll see if it can be done.

Thursday, Ouch

On the plus side, my bum knot issue is solved. The bad news is that my back freaking hates me and I'm at lo-bat already.

Bleh.

I'm overdue for a nice hot soak, methinks. All the trimmings.

I'll see how I feel when I'm done with today's tale.

Various bits and pieces of my body want to quit today and I'm bloody tired despite having a full night's sleep.

Wish me luck, I'm going in.

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Friday, Lo Batt Issues

I gotta clean the catio today. I have to go fetch Mayhem at some point. I'm behind on my imaginary progress with Pseuducku because I didn't do jack about making a thing happen for/in it.

And you know what?

Screw it.

If I need a breather, I'm taking a breather. If I want to relax, I'm going to relax. If I need sleep, I'm taking a nap.

If I need hugs... I'll try to arrange more time with the QPP.

I'm

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Tuesday. I can't.

I didn't want to get out of bed, today. The world is falling apart. According to the vilest lies, Statistics, 87% of the USA are in favour of sensible quarantine procedures, including masks, social distancing, and staying home as much as humanly possible. Alas, the remaining 11% are the ones fucking things up for everyone else.

Speaking of the 11%... there's a bunch of them in dense public housing who are locked in for quarantine. They don't want tests for reasons that

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