the only survivor of the National People's Gang

( Questions of Days )

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I have a box! With a lid and everything!



Roofers were here this week and laid down all the membrane and flashing that will solve that little weather-in-the-kitchen problem we've been having. Project Manager texted me asking if it was OK if he comes by this afternoon and has a look at it. So far so good.

I keep looking at spreadsheets of numbers and having minor palpitations over the cost. I am going to eat nothing by rice and beans for the rest of my life.

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Old Man is back in the hospital. He's been having trouble swallowing for a long time and that has progressed to actively spitting up his food. They ruled out Covid, thank fuck, and now they are running all the tests to figure out what might be the actual problem.

He has been entirely lucid through the entire process which is a really good sign. Hopefully he won't be in there long, since being stuck in bed really sets back his physio and is terrible for his mental health as well.

I am still croggled over the fact that you can't get a TV or a phone in a hospital room any more. There are a ton of really shitty things coming out of all the health care cuts, but way to make a hospital stay even more miserable and boring than it already is.

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Spring hit Toronto pretty much exactly on the equinox and we have had a few really nice days this week. We have also had a shit ton of rain. I have been tentatively leaving the house just to walk around. Every year I forget that the official flower of spring in Toronto is thawed dog poop. I don't care, it's just nice to see green again. And open the windows, holy crap this house smells terrible after being cooped up with three animals all winter.

I feel like I am slowly starting to come back to life.