Day 1
I can't think of a title right now. Promising start, eh? I'm not sleeping particularly well. I should be in bed now. I will be soon. [Edit: I offended the robots, it seems; only just received permission to post this.]
I hadn't even heard of Mastodon until this week. I feel like I'm playing catch-up. (Again. Kids will do that.)
I'm lucky: I'm working from home. Three months on the job. Still training. That's what I'm paid to do right now. Incredible. So I'm wired. A lot. I just gush, spurt, erupt, to my long-suffering partner, the only adult I see these days. I'm learning so much, and I don't know how to stop. Weekends mean picking up some of the enormous burden of running our home, but, once the kids are asleep, I'm not shutting off. I just want to keep learning.
I'm in the UK; have been for a while. In all that time, I don't think I've thought of Canada more fondly than I have in 2020. It wouldn't be a good move right now, or anytime soon, but I've thought about it, and, initially at least, that surprised me.
I can't bear to listen to Johnson, but I've read most of the transcript. I got the gist. That there wasn't one. That, while I'm thinking about moving, Scotland might be a better bet right now. I wonder what Alistair Campbell said to his screen, during and afterwards. (He's definitely someone who shouts and gestures at his screen.) “Well, that's that then. He's blown it.” (I know I could check Twitter, but it's more fun to imagine.)
I'm struggling to deal with my anxiety. But I have 99 more days to talk about that. I'll close by saying that learning about Plandemic — I refuse to give them link traffic — has not helped. When did disinformation go pro?
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