After six days at work, literally saving lives in what was a never-ending conga-line of ICU patients trying very hard to die (and bonus 20-somethings with cardiac complaints, which couldn't possibly be related to the Death Vaxx they all got, nosiree. /sarc), we're off all weekend continuously, for the first time in ages.
Forecast is for bright sunny days, 79°, and non-stop IDGAF until next week, other than Sunday Music. Which general Spring Fever seems to be going around the blogosphere, looking at the usual haunts, and the doldrums most people are blogging who're actually bothering.
If anything catches our interest, we'll get to it. Probably.
But not until we overdose on solar-powered Vitamin D, eating our way around a couple of local fairs and festivals, and generally doing WETF we feel like.
Which isn't likely to include touching a keyboard. Drumsticks, maybe. Both nylon-tipped, and turkey-encased varieties, to a metaphysical certainty. Walking sticks and fishing poles may make an appearance as well.
We heartily commend anyone who's able to similar pursuits, and if anyone just can't take their pack off, go get in some good practice turning ammunition into noise, do more cardio, stock up on canned goods, whether #10 or olive drab, and generally fortify your position for whatever is coming.
Nothing we've seen suggests anything happy or peaceful anytime in the future, other than this weekend's forecast, which is why a lot of outside time is a great way to deal with the impending doom and gloom.
Best wishes.
10 comments:
It's spring, go and commune with nature. Mow the lawn!
Yup, the grass is growing, the birds are singing, the sun is out. No time to slack off on any preps, and have fun doing so.
Spending the weekend getting ready for the plumbers next week, covering up the hardwood floors, taking the tiles from around the tub & getting everything out of sight so it doesn't disappear so they can take the tub out & fix the p-trap leak. At least there will be music & beer
I took that time this week, heading to the local parks for walks in nature.
Right now, I'm suffering the worst asthma attack I've had in a few years. Apparently, I should have checked the ozone levels before filling my lungs.
Who knew?
Good for you - sounds like you really earned it. Look forward to your return!
Go forth into the blessed sweetness of wilderness. Nothing else matters.
Regarding young people with hear problems...
My 24 year old niece is a national level sportswoman, the manager of a gym chain and one of the fittest people I know. Or rather, she was, until she got sickly and weak about 6 months ago, and struggled to stand up out of a chair.
The eventual diagnosis? Myocarditis, for fucking fucks sake. I'd never even heard of that until the vaxxen started fucking people in their arms.
And my Mum developed blood clots in her lungs, out of nowhere. And then my uncle did too. And then at Christmas Mum was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer that literally went from nothing to near fatal in the space of a couple of weeks. Then my 88 year old Dad broke his back trying to lift her when she fell because that's what men do for their women, so now I'm an aged care nurse for both of them.
I would like to see the faces of every single godamn Pfizer executive, up close, with the tip of my foresight resting on their piglike noses. One after the other.
I'm an angry man.
Good advice, I'm going to do a few of those, but since I'm in Tennessee out back, it won't involve people.
Huzzah! Refill those batteries!!
As you should be, kind sir...
Tom762
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