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Well, that's an appalling amount of money on my credit card given how much is already on there, and all I can say is I better get a good tech job. But also if we're going to go back into various lockdowns, last time exercise equipment and pink hair dye vanished from the virtual and physical shelves, so I figured I'd pick up a couple more bottles of pink hair dye and some yoga blocks and a yoga strap. Yes, I could theoretically fold over some thicker cotton and sew my own yoga strap but I've been saying I'm going to do that for almost a year, I haven't yet, and it wasn't very expensive to add on to the rest of the equipment.

So now I'm just going to build a fort out of my various hobby supplies and hide behind it and sulk till next spring or something. I have enough skin care to last me four months or so, I have my usual stash of makeup supplies which, now that I'm using them again... still won't run out by next spring but I'll feel less guilty about spending money on it all over the last four years. I definitely have adequate pens and markers and pencil lead and such (except for that ONE DAMN PEN REFILL holy crap that's annoying considering my stashing habits) to keep me going in artwork for a while, and I don't think the digital shelves are going to run out of reading material anytime soon. Or music. Bring on the next wave.

Or don't. I'm happy with don't. The boy has been kicked out of work for two weeks because a patient he was attending to Saturday got back his covid test Sunday morning and Sunday afternoon they called him all "So, your patient tested positive, don't come in for two weeks." ... Yeah, okay. I guess they did contact him as soon as they found out, as soon as they could, but I'm still going to be cranky. Thankfully? he says his exposure to the patient wasn't much, five minutes or so. He did have PPE. But this is a wracking on my nerves I neither wanted nor needed.

Heh, in the category of things flying off the shelves, I guess I'm glad we have that pulse oximeter now. Those things are probably going to once again be priced extortionately high. We have a pulse oximeter and we have about six thermometers because the boy and I both though "well, do we know where the thermometer is? better get one and a spare" at the same time. Or something like that.

Tech school continues to go well. It's actually going really well, surprisingly well, I don't know if it's because I found a rhythm or because I hit some easier (for me, I guess) material or I relearned how to learn or what's going on here, but it's going well. I'm pleased. It took about two hours to refactor my project code, which I could have done over the weekend if I hadn't gotten distracted by ten thousand other household chores to do. Not many regrets about that though. I made stuff work. And I'm making stuff work even on the labs where stuff isn't working, I don't know why, I get nervous and start thinking, well, I should ask for help, what will they think of me, oh god, I'm going to ask anyway I don't... wait. I could try this. And then I try this, and it works. So... yeah. Progress is being made. I'm really happy with it. I feel like I've forgotten things I learned a couple weeks ago, but overall I'm happy with it, and I think that's pretty normal when you're crashing through a course of study. I still have the labs, the readings, and my notes to review if I have to.

Once again I seem to be in a position where, if it weren't for all these goddamn people (and I include the US government in that) making it difficult to keep the pandemic under control, I'd actually be very happy with my life. It's so odd. I'm happy, I did an amazing face of makeup today, my skin is doing better, I'm feeling better for doing more exercise and getting back into guitar habits, and... the world outside is falling to shit, at least in the US.

But we did get the Orange Fanta Franco out of office, so that's a positive.