#60: A Plague Upon both your houses.....

Thought this was appropriate to wear today. Because people.

Well, some people anyhow. I am not counting you, my dear readers. You are intelligent, sane, and sensible. You were already washing your hands and doing all those proper things you needed to do to stay healthy. You understood hand sanitizer only does so much, and is best only if you can't get to the sink to wash your hands with good old fashioned soap and water.

You knew you wouldn't need 3456764 rolls of toilet paper. You also didn't buy 500 cans of soup, and all the baby wipes on the shelf, mainly because you don't have a baby, and you knew those moms out there would need them.

In short, you weren't an asshole.

At any rate, spring is almost here. It's still snowing a bit more than I am used to seeing in March, but there's longer duration between the flakes, and I am starting to see the ground again from time to time. It's a very hopeful sight.

I have decided to start some seeds. I have some hot peppers attempting to sprout, as well as some herbage. No, not THAT kind of herb. That's a little further south, in Colorado. ;)

Work is going all right so far. Or as ok as it can get cleaning bathrooms and vacuuming what seems like half the Black Hills out of the rugs every day--do you people not wipe your feet around here? ;)

Sometimes I wonder.

Today was Saint Patrick's day, and a quiet one at that. I didn't have to work, fortunately. Although that was kind of a shame, had my shamrock socks all ready to go.

Maybe next year.

Provided of course we all survive the plague.

Hunker down, bitches.

Aye,
Kraneia