Archive for May, 2020



 

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “directions.” Find a household cleaner/bottle of shampoo/something in the freezer/anything you can find with instructions on it, then copy down a single direction (just one) on how to use/cook/etc. your chosen thing, and make it the first line or word of your post. Then keep writing whatever comes out. Have fun!

What day is it anyway? Yeah, I woke thinking I was up in time for Kelly and Ryan. And there was a show about animals in Madagasgar. Well, look what’s on Saturday!

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These days if you aren’t bathing in lotion, you probably have perfect skin. With all the hand-washing my hands got so raw the first week or so. I don’t like lotion. I feel like a greased pig. Slimy. Yuck. Most lotions don’t sink into the skin for me. But at least with the grease, I can keep the sores off my skin.
Why is liberal a bad word when it is the way something healing is applied? And who would need the instructions to not take hand lotion internally? Oh, this is making my skin so greasy, maybe if I drink it it will make my skin better?
So, I started editing the bits of Pandamapocalypse that I wrote in April. I found a lot of mistakes that the software did, but it may have been me. Maybe I hit the wrong button or something. But I didn’t know that it was messed up until I looked at it today. At least I was saving in lots of places as I shut down every night so it is fixable. As soon as part one is edited I will go on to write part two. It is fun to write about what is scaring us all. What motivates a virus? I’m learning.
Since this virus likes grease, maybe the hand lotion is a bad thing? Maybe we all will be seeing new directions on the Outbreak rules.

Yay! Finished Friday!


I’ll be more talkie tomorrow.

 

This happened.

 

I took Kali outside. Stood on the porch for half a moment. Then suddenly something made me yelp. I don’t know what it was. I didn’t see anything fly or crawl away. But touching anything feels like cactus on my arm. So I am trying not to hold my arm where it touches. I’m not dying. It hardly hurts. Just uncomfortable. Wish I could find the critter who did it. Revenge sounds good!

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