Monday Scaries

Nope.  Don't want to sign in.  I'll be ok once I go through emails but there's always the fear of what's waiting for me.  Or who's been peeking.

I have been volunteering with this North Carolina Voter Project.  You get a batch of names that you send messages to and all you have to do is hit send and they all send automatically.  The work comes when people have questions.  Most people want to be opted out but more have been asking for help with registering to vote.  Yesterday, someone went off in a message about how thoughtless I was sending a message while they are dealing with hurricane damage.  We ran out of addresses by Wednesday so the message went through before they got hit, but still.  I get it.  She was upset.  I just opted out.  I don't blame her.  I am getting bombarded with text messages as well.  I'm not dealing with hurricane damage. I can just ignore.

Precious is in her assistant spot, sleeping by the window near my work area.  I have been worrying about her going through her litter and wonder if I'm missing something.  Then I see her watch me as I clean it and inspect it.  She's just older.  She's ok.  I'm just a worrier.

It appears that the monster might still have a job?  His company truck was missing this weekend and my mom naturally thought he got fired.  Well, I thought the same too. I don't know what their company policy is as far as if he can take the truck out to go to a ball game or out of town, but it's sitting here this morning.  I'll be ok if it's not here in an hour because it'll mean he's back at pretending to work.

Ok.  I will sign in.  Have a good day to all the good humans.  Here's hoping no meltdowns happen until at least Tuesday.  I'm joking.  Kind of.  Sort of.

I'm avoiding, aren't I?  Ok, ok, signing off and signing in. . . 

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