Crap, I thought we were good,,,,

Did the Da/Nurse thing this mornin’, and he and I went and loaded up both our trucks with some cut wood for my woodshed, since I am still in location and winter is coming on fast.

then, Library trip so I can have high speed internet for a bit and take care of some catch up and maybe some other details that I need to use a phone AS A PHONE and still need to access the computer.  

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F?????

Last week it was ok, this week, MASKS MASKS MASKS MASKS MUST BE WORN and there is a MaskNazi parked at the door to make sure you comply.  AND they are limiting building access to thirty minutes.   What I need to do (Apple support call) may take a couple of hours or five minutes, but you never ever know for certain.  (Need to upgrade the patch on my Mac for the Video processor,  Thats been the kink thats been messing things up a bit, and somehow is also the reason my Kindle app won’t work. How that is to be eludes me.)

So, Me, in my forever exasperating ‘Fuck the Tards’ mindset, sits in my truck, parked right in front of the main doors, windows down, ‘stealing’ net access, and vaping like all get out making clouds that are blowing right at that door.  And I don’t give a flying fuck since one woman came out, mask and all with a toy poodle on a leash sporting ‘support dog’ and the thing has absolutely zero discipline of a support trained animal.  The Libs get to play their mind games, I will play mine.   

Lots on my mind, and I want to write more, but I am going to have to ditch the Kats first if I want to get anything done at home.  Grizzy has it in his head  ‘open laptop’ means “Dads free to love on”. and while he isn’t getting on the keyboard anymore, he is in my face, on my shoulders, climbing my backside, or kneading in places left unmentioned (for extremely short periods because I react VERY quickly.). Love the furmonkey to death, but there is a time and place, and open laptop means da’s bizzy.   Yet getting that through his fuzzy grey matter is proving difficult.

and typing in my truck is tricky, almost as frustrating as having a furmonkey using me as a jungle gym.

More laters, after I get home and either lock up or lock out the fuzzies.