The rains came torrentially while I was waiting for the MAunts to show up at the Rose City Cemetery. But luckily it tapered off so by the time we made it to the second cemetery the sun was out.
It’s still quite cold, though.
Reinforcing how much I like working from home, my first day back in the office wasn’t great. It rained on me both ways, so I was soaking wet. My coworker gave me an earful about how people ask too many questions when I was looking for conformation that I had the right desk, the mouse I brought didn’t work, my computer randomly shutdown midday and took about 15 minutes of work with it, and plus the general awkwardness of a first day, compounded by the fact that I have been working for the company for more than a year.
I stopped by Little Caesar’s on the way home.
A nice thing about my company is that they don’t require me to work in the office. I will try out a once weekly visit for six months and reevaluate.
Just right here on this blog. And apparently the writer of the comic Sally Forth has also been reminiscing because the cat brought up the fact that PB Max needs to come back.
In googling, I found this copycat recipe.
It’s the name of the beach house that MultCoLib employees can stay at. It’s also a greatly evocative word.
So evocative that some marketing company slapped it on their beverage. Harumph.
Here’s hoping it doesn’t become the next La Croix.
The pills on the right are the exact same pills as the ones on the left. But the pills on the right cost me more than $300, while the pills on the left cost me $60.
The pharmaceutical industry is causing real harm to the hard working people living in the United States. Healthcare (even for cats) is not affordable. And it could be. It very easily could be.