No idea what 'come pick up your package at the ends of beyond' Inc. does in these days of semi-lockdown, but I don't want to find out. Thus I've been up at 8 two days running waiting for them to ring the doorbell. Yeah, they're a bit swamped because otherwise they'd have been here long ago, but now... my Wordtank's batteries have died and I need new batteries and I can't go get them because I need to be here to sign for my CBD oil. Which I'm still not convinced actually works.
Fourth week of this. I suppose I'm growing testy. Not helped by couch reading, Boswell's London Journal. What a jerk the man was.
Also because yesterday's housekeeping (maybe) led to the owiest onset of tendinitis to date. Unless it's really bad arthritis, which would be worse. Have a tensor on that arm but it still hurts. On the other paw, bro came by with a large bottle of gin for me and we chatted for a bit. Apparently life down on King St is more expensive than life in Seaton Village eg coffee is $4 more a pound. So I gave him my unopened coffee beans from the cafe (bought to show solidarity, since I'm not a coffee drinker) (lattes, yes, if David thd barista makes them.) So that was alright.