My threesome

At some point last night, I rolled over onto my back but my pj's were bunched up and stabbing me and I couldn't get them straight. I got up to pee and when I got back I saw that it was not my pj's. Biggie had decided that we needed Stickie in the bed with us.

He ignored Stickie for months but now they are all BFF's again. And it's kind of driving me nuts. I do not love sharing my bed with my cat's toy.

I got an email from Costco this morning. They are selling COVID test kits. $150.

Amazon has a new order cancel/message bot third party sales and it's weird. Plus they have a new return tracking system. My easy, nearby drop off point is now clearly closed. Poop. Oh well. Changes.

I'm reading The Secret Life of Groceries. It's a little dense but kind of interesting. I checked out the Kindle version from the library so at least I can skip around easily. The audio book I started last night is not going to work out so there will be Yet Another Hunt today. The new Jack Reacher comes out this weekend. I preordered it before I closed my Audible account so at least I don't have to wait in the library line to find out what he's been up to.

I think I'll make up some breakfast burritos today. Also today the new episode of Bake Off drops on Netflix. The world series continues tonight but, I'm still not locked in.

Biggie has gone into the bedroom for his morning nap. He left Stickie out here with me. I'm seriously considering hiding it.

Just stuff

Besides collecting and presenting a shitload of numbers that I really don't need or want (but still obsess over), my Fitbit also tells me handy stuff. I can hear when my phone gets an email or a text but often it's across the room or my hands are busy. I can look at my watch and see who it's from and often even enough of the text to get the gist - at least enough to know whether or not it needs my immediate attention. It's so damn handy.

But yesterday, it quit sending me those notifications. I finally decided to track down the cause and about two screens into 'settings' Fitbit announces my phone must be rebooted before I can get any more notifications. WELL, why in the hell didn't you mention that before??

All fixed now.

It has gotten downright chilly in the past couple of days. It's 65 degrees (18c) in here right now. I'm enjoying that afghan I made - up close and personally!

One of our TV networks is airing a Canadian TV show called Transplant. It's a doctor/hospital show that's pretty good and mostly you do not notice it's no American except for two major things... 1. when the report a patient's fever, they do it in celsius. It's really hard for this dumb American to know whether this dude is dying or not. I keep trying to learn the celsius scale and I keep failing. 2. there are no plot lines around the patient's lack of insurance or ability to pay.

I made 8 breakfast burritos. Cleaned up the kitchen AND remembered to put tortillas on the shopping list.

I do feel badly for all of the kind, thoughtful, funny and good women named Karen. And I'm grateful that mocking the name Susan would be classified as elder abuse. It's at least one name that has not cycled back into popularity in the last 70 years.