PLNs

Plague news: one new case, an import. Finally, a local doughnut day! There's still one hundred and forty-five total active cases, with thirty-four in hospital and one in the ICU.

There is some immense relief going on in my heart with this news. Beloved has come to some revelations over the past week and we are headed for some reveals at an unspecified time in the future.

Our relationship persists, despite opinions about identities from the family. I can say it will result in happier people household-wide. Other stuff will be happening in person.

That will remain to be seen.

In the news:

• Taliban conquering all sorts of territory
• More deaths from the plague
• Army called in to deal with the Knomiras in NSW
• Speaking of Knomiras, one of them threw a one-thousand-person party
• Exported UK Knomira claims she's back in Aus, but we know she's lying
• Country about to vanish from rising oceans

Onwards to the rest of my nonsense.

Plague news: Four new cases, all local. One hundred and fifty-six total active cases, fifty nine are in hospital and one's in the ICU.

I'm feeling better about the world today and so is Beloved. The new normal's going to be fun to find for the both of us.

And this weekend? We're fixing the damn doors! Huzzah! At last! Reliable doors that the felines can't bust open. And shiny glittering doorknobs because I'm a human jackdaw.

Tomorrow... I make crumpets from

Plague News: TWENTY-SEVEN new cases. Sixteen local transmissions, eleven imports. One hundred and twenty-two total active cases, with sixty-five in the hospital and one in the ICU.

I'm still writing in my novel, but it's fits and starts. This is an improvement over last Lockdown Brain, where all I did was watch Critical Role, feed my Starters, do my Instants, and lie in bed a lot.

In Sneezin' and Wheezin' news: I had to dose myself on Max, my Nebuliser, this morning.

Two imported cases, making it day 10 without local transmission. There's fifty-one active cases, forty-eight of those in hospital. Three remain to potentially sic havoc on my sunny state.

"Sunny" because it's been raining on and off. I can feel a cyclone somewhere within my range [whatever the straight-line distance is between Burpengary and Rockhampton, that's my radius] and it's making my entire left face hurt. The painkillers are not currently cutting it so my life sucks a bit.

HOWEVER, because sleep

Three new cases this morning, sixty total, fifty-seven in hospital and one in ICU. Which means that two of them are apparently waiting for the inevitable. Argh. At least they're all from other places and we don't need to worry until one of them escapes the security measures.

What the Germans probably have a word for is "the sensation that your life has become needlessly complicated". And to be honest, there's a definite sense of "the house that Jack built" to the