Two years ago, plague.
Last year, plague. And locusts.
This year, plague. And also …
The birds, the noisy noisy birds. The messy, messy birds.
You should see the sidewalks. But it’s better if you don’t have to. And if it rained. Or someone rolled a high pressure washer outside.
Anyway, pretty day out there. But quite cold. This is a tradeoff I’m willing to accept.
Oh, and hey look! My new desk chair showed up Saturday. I put it together Saturday. The cats helped. And, right now, they’re taking turns checking out my stuff.
I’m assuming that it will prove comfortable, once the animals let me sit in the chair that I … just bought … for myself.
Which must mean it is time for cat pictures. Here’s Phoebe at rest.
And here she is, taking a nap. Yesterday, you see, was a serious sleep day.
And here’s Poseidon, wondering what I’ve done with his new chair.
He sat in it right there most of the day. After, that is, I assembled the chair, let him sit in it downstairs, spun him around a bunch, then carried the chair, and cat, upstairs. As soon as he got down, hours later, I put it in the office, and shut the door. He is very confused.
This weekend he has also discovered the joys of the space heater.
This is going to become a thing. We’re creating monsters.
As I typed this, Phoebe returned to the same position for another nap. Clearly I should be doing this at my desk and not in a recliner.
Monsters are what we are creating.
I had a nice punchy little ride yesterday, this is a part of Watopia, Zwift’s fictionalized world.
Which explains how I’m underwater there. Some of their environments are simulacrums of the real world. You can ride in a few villages of France. There’s a former world championship site in Virginia. You can ride in Central Park. You can also ride through the futuristic sky bridges of New York.
Or you ride around and up, and through, a volcano. Here’s my avatar coming down from the top of the volcano.
Of course there’d be a full moon and lava spewing. I often wonder, when I’m on this course, what it would be like if you had a different lunar phase as part of the reward. And how difficult to ride through the overwhelming presence of sulfur.
Your avatar rides, literally, on a road that goes through a volcano.
Which is a good metaphor for some people’s Mondays. Not mine. But Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Friday mornings? More meetings then you’d normally find on a volcano, though. Sometimes there is a sulfur smell, though, but, thankfully, minimal ash.
At least the birds stay in the trees.
