My body is voting “present” today. That’s good enough.
Still getting three or four small, manageable facial zaps an hour. No additional screaming shocks. I would prefer zero zaps and shocks, of course. But this I can deal with. And I am grateful that I can deal with it.
One of tonight’s dinner entrées appears to be mashed potatoes, lentils, and burnt carrots. Hard pass.
In other domestic news, I tossed four hundred sheets of not-quite-square origami paper into the recycling box.
It was beautiful paper. But off by about a sixteenth of an inch.
I do not need that level of irritation in my life.
The news feed already provides sufficient supply of irritation.