Wednesday

I started typing this entry and stopped and cut off all my fingernails. They had grown long and luxurious and were driving me nuts. Not to mention that I cut myself twice just crocheting! Now I will spend all day finding and sanding down burrs. But worth it. Anyone want some DNA??

The Mariners keep not losing. I am now seriously concerned that I might not get a full refund for my postseason tickets. They have four more games and the law of averages plus all of the baseball pundits say there's not a chance in hell they won't get shot down (enough negatives in there?) but even if they do, this has been fun and will be for four more games.

I do not understand medical professionals refusing to get the COVID vaccine. That just baffles me. To be honest, except for an excess of stupidity, I don't understand anyone's refusing to get it.

My second shot was 8 months ago and it was Moderna so it will be a while yet until I can get number 3 but you betcha the very minute it's a possible, my arm will find a needle asap.

Today I have no particular plans. I might go to Grocery Outlet. I might just stay here and safe. I might make some cookies. I might just eat the ones in the fridge.

One reason for the grocery trip is tortillas. It's time to switch up the breakfasts and I'm thinking maybe a round of breakfast tortillas.

Also it might well be the time to switch closets. I have all my long sleeved shirts in one closet and short sleeved in the more convenient closet. Today might be the day that we switch.

I will absolutely watch TV - there is now a glut of stuff that I'm interested in seeing. The only appointment TV is baseball so I can watch the rest at my leisure. But there really is a lot stacked up in my personal queue.

Getting my winter on

The closets are switched. I decided to wait but then realized the long sleeved shirt I grabbed this morning had stains on the front. It was one that I nearly tossed last Spring but it's officially tossed now and I went to look for my favorite sweatshirt to put on instead. So... as long as I was in their rooting around anyway.

Job Done.

Biggie's all nestled into his little bed. I just snapped this photo and then remembered...



When Biggie and The Smalls would work so hard to both fit in the same space. I miss that little devil. This was December 2019. They were 9 months old.



Twitter's all abuzz today with Mariner musings. One that did amuse me was this from the Seattle Times baseball guy:

"There’s a scenario, not all that far-fetched, in which the Mariners could play Sunday in Seattle, Monday in Boston, Tuesday in New York and Thursday in Tampa Bay. (Or Monday in New York and Tuesday in Boston). That’s a traveling secretary’s nightmare but a dream outcome for M’s."

Wild wild wild.