Just Some Stuff

 I'm not doing so great at answering comments in real time. I've tried, and then sometimes they format awkwardly so you can't tell who I'm answering, which is annoying. Also, I often read the comments at work and I can't answer them from there, and you know, remembering to answer then when I get home....

Anyway, some answers to recent comments:

To Tudor - yes, I have watched Deadloch, enjoyed it. I have made a note of Wild Cards and might watch that too. My friend Sarah read the post on Facebook and reminded me of the show Somebody Somewhere which I strongly recommend to everyone who can access it - it's hard to describe but basically it's about regular people and I have both laughed until my stomach muscles spasmed and ugly cried watching it ("a spot of gentleness in our hard world" said one Substack). I also love that Bridget Everett is larger than your regular tv show star but that's not what the show is about, which is more unusual than it should be.

To Steph and Engie - Angus flew home in December for Christmas, then drove to Rochester in early January for a bachelor weekend, then drove back to Hamilton to switch cars with Matt, then flew back to Charlotte from Toronto, and had no issues any of those times, but he's a white male twenty-something, so I don't really think this is indicative of anything. We might be going to visit him in May (yeah, this does make us huge hypocrites, but I want to see my kid, *shrug emoji*), will report back.

Elisabeth - Angus is loving the maple syrup candle, which I bought on your recommendation, so thanks again!

Husband has been away for 12 days. In the middle of the first week I briefly felt like I was in the middle of a weird Kafka nightmare, or a simulation that was slipping. Like, did I ever actually have a husband and kids, or was that just a dream. There's a psychopath running the country next door. It was April 8th and outside looked like this.

I mean seriously, what the entire frosted fuck

I had purposely scheduled social time so I wouldn't hermit and get all weird like last time. I went to bar night. I had brunch on the weekend with three fabulous women. 

There was a fruit salad that looked like it cost a mortgage payment.

There were raspberry crumble bars that I would cut a bitch for. 

I made spinach egg and cheese bars. They took four cups of cheese, which still didn't make an appreciable dent in the horrifying block of cheddar I bought at Costco last week. I should shred and freeze some. Or have nachos at every meal until Matt gets home. 

We took some bad selfies, and then Kerry's husband got home and took a pic for us. Kerry said "do you even remember all of their names?" and I said in all fairness we were probably just an amorphous perimenopausal blob in his mind. 

Today I had physio and returned two things at two different stores, which always gives me an immense sense of accomplishment. I mean, it's just getting my own money back, but on occasion I have NOT managed to get my own money back, so it still feels like making money. 

I haven't been able to partake in the Cool Bloggers Walking Club every day because of a buggered up knee, but I do when I can.