PLN

It's a new day and there's a lack of cyclone headaches or asthma kicking my butt, so today's shenanigans will include a minimum of One Process for making the bunch of masks I've been gassing about for way too long.

It's 7AM as I write this and I am Chaos' least favourite person at the moment because I forgot to wake her at 6 like I usually do. Less time for shenanigans.

In the news:

• Political rallies have Teh Failz now that

It's foggy, we're on day three of no new plague cases, even though there's that one bloke who broke quarantine five days early and is in parts unknown. Last I heard, anyway.

I've fed the cats, fed the starters, and my harvest pancake is currently cooking. Yay. I still have yet to unfuck the house, but that is scheduled.

I'm feeling organised as heck.

Let's check the news.

• Authorities all over the place looking very hard at frozen foodstuffs
• NZ clamping down

Miss Chaos thinks today is a schoolday and she's eager to rock and roll. I don't blame her to be honest. The desire to return to routine is strong. I miss being able to go about and do whatever whenever without fear of nonsense.

...speaking of wherever and whatever, I fully expect to get that power supply for my Drobo and therefore have less to worry about when and if my extant compy dies. I still have $1.3K to save up

It's still Saturday as I start writing this and you know what's going on in the wee small hours during Sunday morning.

My plans today are uncomplicated.

1) Watch Toasty's stream
2) Write story
3) Look after self

There's a second day of no plague in Queensland and once again hope rises. Especially since Queensland has closed its borders once more.

I'm still trying to stay away from the news.

It's mostly-alive... I hope. Somewhat alive. Appreciably more functional than previously, let's say that. I still haven't installed anything new yet as the choices for functionality as far as I'm used to are (a) Two monitors and no backup, or (b) One monitor and backup readily available.

I don't know how to make my spare monitor work via the USB thing and the other port is a burned socket that Must Not Be Used.

Eh, I'll probably shut down everything but the

If I want to use CS Paint Ex [which I have purchased on special], I have to use it on either my desktop or my lappy, with my iPad acting as a spare screen. Because if I wanted to use it on my iPad, I'd have to pay a monthly fee and fuck that noise for a bad joke.

I would much rather use my desktop than my lappy. BUT... my desktop has some defunct chips in it that prevent the update

I now have five kilograms of wholegrain wholemeal stoneground flour so now I can make the super-healthiest of baked goods. Whee.

I'm going to look up some sourdough treats and see if I can make something wholesome that Chaos will actually want to eat at school. I may even get her to help a little. I live in hope.

Meanwhile, in the 'despair' portion of life as it happens:

• There's a new outbreak of a mutated strain of Covid-19, or it's a

I haven't heard any birds singing, but I have a kittycat on my lap and the world is temporarily kind to me. I'm not waking that up any time soon.

My body is hating on me right now so I have to take the small pleasures, like a kitty finding me comfortable to rest on for a handful of minutes.

There's new Covid cases in Queensland just as the pressure's rising to open the internal borders, they're making people sharing plane space

It is:

1. Eat carbs today
2. Write my Instant
3. Faff about on Factorio
4. Reblog important things as I find them

I might be able to throw a bubble bath into that PLN, but I'm more than likely to just fall asleep sometime in the afternoon.

Not much of a PLN, but I am going to enjoy it.

Instead of writing Or You're a Terrorist, I think I'll do a thing about the Muppet's latest stance against what he calls "Antifa Terrorists". This overripe citrus clearly does not understand that "antifa" is short for "anti-fascism".

Either that or he does understand it and has telegraphed the knockout punch to justice in the United States. Those hapless sheeple who still worship him will still remain willfully ignorant of such until it actually lands on them... and by then it will be