Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:
- I rely on organization to do the work that my brain isn’t able to. My brain has been extra slow and overwhelmed lately, and my organization system isn’t keeping up. One thing I decided to change up was the categories on my blog, to make it easier for me to keep track of things. But I still feel like I’m swimming in a moat of mental mashed potatoes.
- Speaking of swimming, there was an “atmospheric river” that blew threw the province earlier in the week. There was no flooding near my place, but I’m guessing there will be grocery shortages coming up, as a lot of farm animals were killed in the floods.
- I got a letter from the College of Physicians and Surgeons saying they’re going to investigate my complaint about my doctor. I figure the chances are pretty much nil that anything will actually come of it, but at least I can get some satisfaction out of the fact that this will create some degree of pain in the ass for him. Suck it, motherfucker.
- Google is confused about my new book, A Brief History of Stigma. When I search for it, both the search result listings for Amazon and Google Play Books display the book’s subtitle rather than the title. It’s particularly weird that Google is confused by the Google Play Books listing. I wonder how long it will take for it to get unconfused.
- I rearranged the furniture in my living room. I don’t actually spend time in there, so it didn’t really accomplish anything, but it was something that involved no brainpower, and sliding furniture across hardwood is easy. Brainpower is difficult to drum up for much of anything.
- You know you blog a lot when blogging-related stuff starts appearing in your dreams…
- I’m not impressed with what the Kyle Rittenhouse verdict says about America. Actually, scratch that; I’m not impressed with what the fact that this verdict was so clearly expected says about America. I’m glad that’s not my country.
Toffee, the lighter-coloured baby, likes to hang out in the house during the day, but in the evening, Casper takes over the house. If I get too close, Toffee will run into the house, which she does right at the very beginning of this video. Casper will exit the house, then return, pause, and kick Toffee out. Toffee exits via the window. This happens every evening when I walk by the cage. Sorry it’s rather dark; I don’t have bright lighting in my bedroom.
How has your week been?