Chickens! Panic! Chickens!

Councillor Joe Mihevic, who's been promoting the balcony gardening thing, gets behind backyard chicken raising. Chickens! Yay! Joe Mihevic is really making a case for being my City Council Boyfriend.

And now, the panic! Despite being un(der)employed, am I ready to go to Readercon tomorrow morning? Class? Oh no, oh I am not.

To Do or Die!
Eat your lunch!
Put on a load of laundry
Put away said laundry
Get some Vitamin D and contact lens solution
Get some OWW fliers copied
Get the kitchen clean
Get the old computer into its new home, the closet
Apply for some jobs, if there's time
Transfer pertinent files for the weekend onto Coyote
Pack
Bed at a decent hour, for the 6:30am wakeup call. Oy.

Okay. To it.

Slapfight Fatigue

I am asking this TO JUDGE YOU no really because I'm not sure whether I'm having an unreasonable reaction on a point of order here, and I would like to know that for myself. Because I suspect I get tired of this shit a lot quicker than a lot of other people do, and if I know that's so, I can adjust my expectations accordingly.

Your participation in Science! appreciated.

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(and I am back to packing.)

Readercon!

Okay, off to Readercon at a gross early morning hour.

If I see you there, see you!

If not, see you Tuesday!