OK, folks. C'mon. Ping us. Are you out there? Are you okay? Are you still on DS at all? Hello? *waves* Is this thing on?
Well, I'm here. Sprained my ankle. How?
I'm on Zoom for PTSD therapy yesterday.
Knock on door. Rush to door. Hop over cat. ZOom! I'm there to sign for a pckage. (We're not doing normal delivery right now. No more porch bandits here!)
Zoom! Back to laptop.
Well, that was more of a "zip", actually.
Then another knock on door. What the bleep di dHubby do, order 100 items to all arrive one day? ZOOM! I get to door, smile, nod, turn, and...
my foot forgot to turn with me. In fairness, it could be worse. I'm merely limping and sore and needing ace bandages, ice, and the usual.
But did I hesitate? No! Zoom! Back to laptop!
And that's the last zoom-zip I'm doing for a few days. Ouchie!
SIL... Is in Las Vegas, Nevada. The Strip in Las Vegas ---- immortalized in films and TV as the blinking neon nightmare of casino-hotels ---- is open! And why is she there? I guess the Grand Canyon was boring. (?!) Niece is online all day with her friends in the RV, whilst SIL and her current hubby go spin the wheel or whatever they prefer. SIL is having a blast. Per her text, latest last night: "SO MUCH FIN!" (we think she meant fun, but autocorrect got her?) From niece: "RV is prison."
So... much... fin... *headdesk* Meanwhile, niece can't go anywhere (she'd be alone!) and ... yeah. Nothing like being kept safe from Covid in an RV while your parental units go into a *casino*. ...
Oh, but they have masks. And gloves. And hand sanitizer. So it's alllll okay.
ON which note... Hoping to get some nap time, since ankle yelped when I rolled over in my sleep. And y'all know how peacefully we fibro folks sleep *eyeroll*
Hugs and puma purrs to all! :-) Let us know you're okay, okay? We worry! (We being the whoel group, you being the whole group. OK, that went seriously meta-existential-weird.)
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