It hasn’t really felt like Maine winter. It’s going to tomorrow, and all I’m gunna do is watch, administer cleanup energies as it happens (any putz that waits for cleanup until the end deserves the inevitable madness)
I’m unemployed, by choice. It beats a toxic workplace. There was absolutely zero fanfare, some acknowledgment, and that’s pretty much that.
Heading upta camp after cleanup is squared away, maybe Sunday, more likely Monday. Ride the wave, move the snow, plan for greens inside. (I was listening to/watching a talk about the pond in the dome, it’s a separate yet integral entity, garden. I have to “water garden” but I’m excited. We’re talking about growing things in other zones!!!)
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