WEEKEND!

We’re home, thank Bast. Better yet, I have the weekend off. I still need to do my rehab exercising BUT at least I don’t need to get in the car OR face the maskless hordes.

Astoundingly, while in the proton waiting room yesterday, there were two patients who seemed to feel it was just fine and ducky to pull down their masks. HELLo assholes, YOU may not give a fuck about your own odds of surviving COVID but I care about mine. I haven’t struggled through the last few hard-ass years of heartache and thousand natural shocks just to catch COVID and croak because some lazy-ass, fellow-immunocompromised shitheel in the radiation waiting room has a death wish.

No, I didn’t walk over and tell either of them to mask up or face the burning rage of yurs truly. If these two dolts were so bloody cavalier about their own health, they’re probably plague rats and cool with taking others out with them. I couldn't chance proximity.

Nearly all of the counties in Massachusetts now have a high risk for COVID-19 transmission as the number of new coronavirus cases continue to climb.
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On Thursday, the Massachusetts Department of Public Health reported 5,576 new COVID-19 cases and 16 deaths. The state’s seven-day positivity has also increased to 8.24 percent. (source)

Yesterday, in my county alone, there were 491 new cases.

Also yesterday, shortly after pulling up to Valhalla, Ten and I took a lovely long-ish (for me) seawall walk. The air smells SO damn good—the bay at high tide, freshly cut grass, trees! Oh yeah and no bilious car/truck exhaust.

While sitting in waiting rooms (and waiting around in hotel rooms) over the past week, I found myself spending WAY too much time on Twitter. Not terribly good for the old mental health.

I know it’s time to get off the bird app when I'm sorely tempted to:

• begin tippy tapping corrections to spelling (that tiny annoying flying bug is spelled gnat not knat), punctuation (please do not be sluttish in your use of apostrophes) and grammar (ENOUGH with the sentence fragments already!).
• respond to longwinded Tweets with editing suggestions or, at least, general advice on how to concisely and clearly make a point.
• scream tweet, GIVE US A CREDIBLE LINK TO THIS HORRIFIC NEW ATROCITY THING YOU’RE BEING ALL OUTRAGED AND INDIGNANT ABOUT. As Stonekettle admonishes ‘show your work.’
• engage in well actually-ing (AKA persnickety pedanticism and, if I was a Penis American, mansplaining).
• respond to trolls. No, I don’t. Sometimes the wish is nearly overwhelming though. Okay, okay, I did reply but just once and I was restrained! All I said was Bless your heart and Aren’t you special. Undoubtedly pointless but I couldn’t resist.
  

My goals, now that I’m home, with the weekend off? No doomscrolling, a lot of walking, reading (halfway through Matt Ruff’s 88 Names), cat rescue site browsing and maybe some ice cream. I believe these are all laudable objectives.