And now this.

It's like Strikethrough, but it's hitting the fascists.

I can't even.

There is going to be a lot of analysis of why this went down how and when it did, but.

Hot damn.

What even is the appropriate drink for the occasion.

Something minty? Peach? Ratafia?

Sleeps and shops

I've been waking up around dawn these days, even when I've been up pretty late. So when that happened today, I did a few things on the internet and then turned on my white noise and the podcast to the volume where I would have to concentrate pretty hard to pick out more than a handful of words at a time, and pulled the corner of my black cotton blanket over my eyes.

I have a half-baked design for an eye mask. Around-the-head straps, especially the velcro ones, work badly for me. I'm also a side sleeper. But the corner of the blanket works. So I'd want to replicate the key features of that in a slightly more portable fashion. Instead of straps, tentacles weighted with the plastic pellets used for beanie babies and such. Those would counterbalance the also filled goggle shape for around the eyes. Instead of eye hollows, the centers would be filled with gentle folds of a soft fabric. Room enough for eyelashes, but a gentle pressure encouraging the eyes to stay closed. The outside would also have drapes of fabric, to keep the light out, but shaped to avoid going over the nose and mouth. There might also be a loose hat or headband sort of shape in a flat fabric, to keep the thing more or less in the right place if the tentacles are disarranged, but that would be light fabric to let the heat out the top of the head in the summer.

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After I finally got up, we did manage to collect ourselves to go shopping. I proposed going to the place where there'd been the cheap meats flyer the other week. Belovedest expressed concerns about the freezer space.

I'd been meaning to do something about the three gallon container of vanilla ice cream for a while. It does take up a lot of space, especially when some of that space is empty. Around about the beginning of lockdown, when all we knew was that a light 'rona flattened you like a bad flu, I'd had a long hard think about the times I have had the least energy in my life, and what would have made those things easier. You may have recalled me saying more than once that the best gift I gave to myself when I was recovering on my own from the yeeterus operation was little yogurt cups and disposable but sturdy plastic baby food spoons. ( Read more... )

So I gave a thought about what we had in the house that we could eat even if limited to five or so minutes out of bed at a time. Soup sounded about that speed. But we just had plates along with the gallon bag of miscellaneous plastic utensils and the blue plastic Solo cups. I knew that if we had a week where we were slow on the dishes, good microwavable bowls were one of the first things to go. And soup bowls can get gross faster than dry crumbs. "How about these," I said in the paperware aisle of the restaurant supply store. 32 ounce coated cardboard takeout containers, microwave-safe. Contents may be hot.

We have, knock on wood, not been flattened yet.

So there I was with the good ergonomic scoop, packing vanilla ice cream into quart containers. This is a bit of a workout! Belovedest set me up with a chair and tv tray in the kitchen so I could do this while seated, which was a good call. They lidded the quarts after I packed them. Whee, more freezer space.


... Which we filled! I picked out some roasts for the weeks to come, and a bonus small bag of salmon because salmon is good and also I was eyeing a recipe for lox. ("What?" Belovedest asked, in the noise of the store, trying to understand the short syllable from behind my mask that was not in the top of their expected word dictionary. I understood the problem immediately. "Jewish liquid oxygen," I clarified. Enough of those syllables came through that Belovedest was able to work backwards and figure out what I meant.)

I also got some mochi (though I don't expect them to last into the new year), some tapioca pearls, some rice of a type we didn't already have, and some flavorings that weren't already in my library. Ube! Pineapple! I eyed the durian flavor with the suspicion of someone who has tasted dried durian and left it for someone who would actually appreciate it.