This is a new device for people like me, non compliant CPAP users. No thanks, even if I didn’t actually use it last night I’ll stick with the CPAP that hydrates the air.
I believe I wrote 1007 words yesterday, but my counter went a little bloopy, so maybe it was only half that. Bhwa.
Skytrain tracks caught fire this morning, so things are going to be dripping with slow for the commute. Line’s shut between Joyce and Waterfront, what a cluster.
Back to the saltmines. I am trying to get started on a chapter that needs way more research than I have the energy for right now.
More non-compliance, this time from the Mayor of Burnaby. Go Derek.
WHO launches a program to catch the next big outbreak.
This is the kind of news item that really fires up the mystery writer hiding under my sf writer.
DADBODS ARE A THING. Full disclosure. Long about a million years ago, I was walking through the CNE grounds with Lois and Ruth (erstwhile Sisses-in-Common-law) we saw a lovely young man of about 20 rocking chiselled everything. I turned to the ladies and said, “I dunno ’bout you, but I just can’t find a man super attractive these days unless he’s got a tiny bit of a gut.” They both turned to me and burst out laughing.
