Unfucking My Habitat

I need to clean the catio today, and also see the local medico visavis my blood test. I also may have picked up a rhinovirus at Woolies.

Some dingus didn't cover their firkin mouth at the ONE place I forgot to wear my dang mask. FUCK.

I'm going to be exiled to the plague seats out in the open air. All the better to prevent the spread of disease.

[grumblemutterstoopidrhinoviriigrowlsnarl]

Beloved and I have begun to work together on the budget, which includes monitoring our expenditure. As well as keeping our spending to the minimum necessary.

I have learned that keeping the cats happy for a fortnight costs about $120. That's just the wet food. I mean, technically they eat cheaper than we do, but... it still feels like a sock to the gut.

Speaking of socks to the gut, we had to decline purchasing a shiny object which would have cost us more than cat food. Painful. BUT we had to do it for the better budget.

Beloved has exchanged some of her holidays for money, and it won't be good to have that going down the drain for the sake of a pretty objet d'art. No matter HOW many bells, whistles, and shiny fake gems it had. They saw us coming, I have to admit.

To add insult to life's injuries, my headphones have decided to go pants. New ones will cost us $60. Fun times we did not need to have.

And weirdly, I have that post-big-cry lassitude today. No idea why.

Now I must prepare to stream. Storytime soon. Unfuckening thereafter. Bikkie and nonsense following that.

I shall at least be cleaning out the Catio today. Despite cyclone headaches, despite whatever my painkillers are going to do to me today.

I distracted myself from writing this blog. Yay. But at least I got to do the right things in the right order.

Today's pln also includes a chamber or a void in TaleSpire, at minimum five chapters to summarise of Adapting and then writing, relaxation, and possibly an awful lot of Minecraft.

Beloved has a fancy 'do' to

We're doing laundry today! I would not ordinarily be so excited about that, but my underwear situation is getting a smidge desperate. Beloved and I will be sorting and folding and folding and sorting for most of our combined hours.

Also on the schedule is cleaning the catio, feeding my Starters and using the resultant harvest for my personal snackage.

If I get any content accomplished, it shall be counted as Super Bonus achievements.

For the record, I am rocketing onwards with

Catio cleaning, Starter harvesting, House unfuckening... busy day. At least I got two more articles for Alfarell and one relatively large and very annoying chamber in TaleSpire.

Progress is progress. Even when it's SLOW AS BALLS.

Bit by bit, I will get there.

[I also need to edit in Wraithvine's occasional battles with OCD into hir article.]

Maybe Beloved and I will do the scavenger hunt this weekend. We need to get rattling on that before the time becomes NOW to find

The skip goes away tomorrow. That means that today is all we have to get the drifts of garbage out of the house.

It's also the day that I have the most irregular sleep schedule. Huzzah.

This is going to be "fun".

I will once more be streaming following the Tale Foundry readings.

Beloved had a lovely day out and the assembled peeps had a good old grouse about the state of politics. There was no gatekeeping, just a meeting of minds

We have filled a skip with unwanted debris. We are getting a second, larger skip to fill with even MORE unwanted debris.

Then... we shall have SPACE. Space for stuff. Space to keep the stuff we want to keep. Space for my culch collection. Beloved is going to get us organised or wear herself out trying.

I'm helping as much as I can with all of this. I despise the mess we've made in our home.

I do have to move the