It’s always so nice to see these two getting along so well. Daisy has chilled out a lot, over the years. And while at times there were questions of who the top bunny was, things seem to have settled into a more relaxed pace. They genuinely do seem to like one another, and it’s always delightful to see the evidence.
Well, those were nice plans but I never quite found the motivation. And instead, I found this video from Mark Rober. Who is definitely much smarter than I am, and who definitely has more motivation and follow-through.
There were more folks out and about today, which was nice – but the park wasn’t overly crowded. People kept their distance, and there seemed to be the standard mix of those with and without masks (most folks who were moving had masks on, and most who were settled in place did not).
We had an impromptu trip out to Valparaiso today, right in the middle of the work day. The temperatures have gotten really warm this week, and our goal was to head out to borrow the large AC unit from Julie and Bob for another summer.
Around 8:00 PM, we decided to open up a laser level we purchased from Home Depot. The item they brought out to use (via curbside pickup) actually still had the security device attached to it. We weren’t sure what to expect, but we took it down to the basement to use the wire cutters.
Back home, we finally set the chicken in the front yard. Prior to that though, Liz added a small Tile tracker, out of concern that someone else might come along and love the chicken as much as she does… and deem it worthy of theft.
The lack of motivation is a topic for another day, I think. With all of this, I’m wondering if lack of sleep is a factor. Our schedule the last few weeks has been to go to be later and later, with our lights-off time closer to 12:30 AM. But I still find myself getting up at the same early hours – usually 6:30 or so.
“Over just a few years, Hutchins had taken so many small steps down the unlit tunnel of online criminality that he’d often lost sight of the lines he was crossing. But in this IM conversation with Vinny, Hutchins says, he could see that he was being asked to do something very wrong—that he would now, without a doubt, be helping thieves steal from innocent victims.”
A week or so ago, Daisy started to hang out here on a semi-permanent basis. It’s definitely “hers,” if you go by claimed territory as Phineas hasn’t really done the same. After a long period of dormancy, this thing is now someplace you can frequently find Daisy. Just stretched out and relaxing.
Despite it being all video and a little laggy… it still felt nice to once again hang out. Something we really haven’t done in a long while. We got to talking and joking towards the end, and it felt a bit more “normal.” Or as normal can feel, done entirely via video.
The space on the other side of our bedroom. We got some loose insulation placed back in the floor, and got another plywood board down. Our goal is to clear this area so we can work on putting up my drywall on the other side of the bedroom wall.
One night a security guard was passing through the African galleries in the basement and paused for a moment before the figure of a two-headed dog. The guard believed that this 19th-century wooden Congolese fetish, bristling with rough iron nails, possessed some mysterious power. On this particular night he felt an irresistible compulsion to point his finger at it. As he did so, the fire alarms in the gallery went off. A few days later the guard returned to the gallery with his brother, who also pointed at the two-headed dog. Again the alarms sounded.
I’m not sure when it happened, but I was overcome again with a feeling of dread and despair. I haven’t felt like this since the first 2-3 weeks of the Coronavirus, and much if my emotions kicked up again.
What I can’t tell: whether my brain is being pragmatic or paranoid. Is this eight day rule something that can keep us safe? Or is the eight day rule something I’m willing to adopt/accept, despite the risks, because I’m getting tired of being in quarantine?