May. 22nd, 2017

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Suzanne was out at work, but no biggie. Some guy I'd previously considered unfriending blocked me, clinging to his ignorance like a life-raft. I managed a halfhearted workout in my office, got a couple claims done, and contributed to the office lottery pool. Towards the end of the day, word started spreading that there was an attack at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Predictably, horribly, lots of people decided this was an ideal time to troll. And then lots of other people took out their shock and grief on those people. Thought about staying after to try to get some additional, non-recorded work done, but ultimately decided not to.

Turning onto my street I saw a young lady walking what looked to be the spitting image of Bear but I wasn't able to get a picture. They both looked very happy. Lady Miss Friday didn't seem to know what she wanted at home. Pets or playing or treats. I bought her a stuffed duck that I can fill with catnip, as well as a new squeaky toy for Pupple. Laid on the bed with her for a minute then decided to drag myself to the gym. It was a good workout, and I felt much better for it.

Tim asked to come over, and I said sure. Talked about house guests/roommates, as well as politics in the community, and then he picked up a little. I brought a bag home from work a few weeks or months ago. I thought it just had various gifts from co-worker's travels in it, but it turned out to also have some gifts from Tony. I completely forgot he'd stopped by for lunch a year(?) ago. A toy for Pupple, a wine towel, a vegan cookie, and a couple other things. I'm not an organized person and I'm not really a "stuff" person. Tim got a kick out of it. I got a kick out of giving chips to Hover.


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