The Minecraft masks came and the cinnamon buns were made and Katie came and got them.
I am sad about the test results but I must shake it off and go to the doc’s office tomorrow and see the RN.
I’m letting myself be in a sad place because it’s appropriate. I still managed to get most of the things on my daily list done today.
This is the same guy
as the kids say on twitter “Life comes at you hard.
Shown from the back, in front of high rise apartments, taken Wednesday, September 23, 2020, in the evening, a demonstrator visibly wearing a mask holds up a sign which reads
A COP SHOT A
AND WAS ONLY
FOR THE SHOTS MISSED
The demonstrator is wearing a sign saying say her name.
HER NAME WAS BREONNA TAYLOR
Forty days. The world already got slammed by a pandemic. So I was right, who cares. To be right without helping set the world right isn’t enough, until you understand that no single person can do it anyway.
I’m not alone and the world will eventually get ‘better’. What that world will look like no one knows. Not even someone raised on the future, like I was, can know.
I got a phone call from Alex yesterday and after he told me that he played with Henry with magnets and it was big fun at school, he requested cinnamon buns with no glaze.
Can do little critter, can do. And I will. Daughter is collecting them after work today, so about 1 pm I will start the dough.