OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Ants. That’s why the alarm sensor has been misbehaving. It has to be replaced. What a nuisance. It feels like revenge for all the ant genocides I have been responsible for last summer. They were everywhere. Even in places I had no idea they could be … No wonder the sensor was going crazy with all those little ant feet running across it and building a nest inside the contraption around it. Ah ja.

Good news: another friend got her vaccine today. Yay! Facing the impending third wave will be so much easier knowing that at least a few of my friends will be less vulnerable to this horrible virus.

And a friend who is as much of a crazy cat lady as I am advised on a possible treatment for Salieri, something that her vet has prescribed for a family cat and it has worked wonders. I will investigate the possibility, because the diet thing is not really working for us, chicken mixed in or not. There has to be another way. My poor baby has to get healthy.

A day of sore cheeks again although work went well. I just feel strangely unsettled. I walk around dazed, pretending to cope.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD