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mastodon 4.8.0-alpha.3+glitchDid things in messaging, #security, #identity, #privacy, #policy, #law for places you've probably heard of. Ambivalent on the Oxford Comma, but death on the Grocer’s Apostrophe.
Posts are on a six month autodelete. I have been way chattier than the remaining posts suggest.
I'm #neurodivergent #ActuallyAutistic, and I'm interested in #FountainPens
#WorldOfWarcraft #LEGO #coffee and
#DuolingoIrish.
Unthrilled. The senile-but-chirpy old Siamese awoke me to tell me cheerfully she was hungry. When I got up and went downstairs to feed her, I discovered that she had a full bowl of food but apparently forgot where it was. She's now sleeping in the warm spot in the bed I vacated.
Woke up to a worried cat face right over mine. "Morning services" hadn't yet been completed, and our geriatric cat was ready to eat. She carefully supervised me and guided me downstairs to the cat food, even making sure I didn't take any wrong turns on the way. All is well once again.
Hmm. Either someone lit this candle earlier this morning, or I was so tired I left it burning last night. Judging by the wax pool, oops.
Since our geriatric cat made the transition to wet food for kidney care, I'm still not used to the smell. I keep thinking it smells like something good's cooking for breakfast. Nope, just the cat's food. Glad she likes it, even if she forgets where it is or that she needs to eat. At least she remembers to eat when we put it under her nose, and she's getting the calories in.
Sometimes, not often but sometimes, my morning cup of coffee hits me just right, and a feeling of bliss steals over me.
I went looking for a bookmarked post, and in the process I discovered I've apparently hit bookmark instead of fave (I guess) a number of times. No idea why some of these very random posts would have bookmarked otherwise.
Trying to wrap my mind around leisure activities, in the sense that some of them seem to be approval-farming ("look at me, I'm doing X") instead of being something I might enjoy for its own sake.
There's a part of me that wants to do more of some activities, but I'm stopped when I think do I really want to do them or do I want approval from others for doing them? I'm suspecting the latter, and I'm trying to consciously do fewer approval-seeking behaviors. Many folks seem to enjoy denying approval from others out of some weird kind of competition, and that's a bad cycle to get into.
Yay, my dogged neighbor has the gas-powered pressure washer deployed again. What he lacks in efficiency and technique, he compensates with stubborn commitment to getting the job done. For hours. sigh