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6 am again but this time I opted for coffee. Julian's card under my name arrived, so I can always swing over to the store if I need to. I had a few things, including missing a conflict case, and things to attend to before I started eservice and I worried over delaying everyone else. I got a hold of myself. Between my doing so much of it and Carl's head start, I finished before anyone else started work. I worried all morning about some nebulous (additional) shoe dropping. I felt weird that I didn't get all my mail done before the 10:30 meeting. I don't even know why. I could easily have made that trade, there would just have been different work to be done after. Oh, Squeak. The meeting itself was surprisingly lovely. Amy joined us at 10:45 to discuss the On-Site Policies. I'd certainly rather they be over careful (especially since "careful" is one reason to keep us away), but the county is literally giving walk-through vaccines at this point. There's no reason any of us shouldn't be there. Except that at this point there's also no reason why we need to be there. They literally only need a few admins/file clerks on site to handle mail. Everything else is far more efficient from home. That being said, when they were talking about the schedule for next week, I (visibly, tangibly, even over video) cheered when I learned I won't be forced back until the week after. Lynelle imagines once we're back in the office I'll be okay. Lynelle underestimates the extent to which I detest, and have always detested, leaving my cave. Parties are obviously worth it, but work that I could do from home? That's a hard no. If they didn't want me to appear via video for the meetings, I could just come in once a week. For an hour. Someone was talking about a Mexican restaurant they loved and Lady Miss Friday got a hairball. They laughed that she clearly didn't care for the place. It was a good segue to the good news she does not have a xenomorph larva, just hairballs. I cleared up some procedural things, made people fall out of their screen laughing, and caught them up on Julian's moving out here. It was a good meeting. I struggled to keep up some, in the sense that I thought I might not finish today's eservice for my & JJD's digits, but I pulled through. Whew!

I talked to Julian - he's going to leave tomorrow. He'll be here by Saturday at the absolute latest. Okay, at least I know the plan. I extended the car rental to Saturday. I browsed after work for what to do with all the extra Flower I have. Cannabutter is an option, but apparently RSO etc is much more potent. That's the winner. I just need to snag near-200 proof ethyl alcohol. While I was browsing, I felt Merryweather scampering up my leg. She has before, but she really seemed determined to get to the top of the mountain. I felt horrid that I didn't have some sort of treat to give her if she did make it up...and then she made it all the way up. No Hero's Welcome, but I at least angled my leg down so she could climb back. I went out to get the Yogi treats and stopped to look for Flora. No movement even on shaking, so I took the hit on my confidence and turned around. I heard some rustling in the cage, Flora inside and Merryweather scampering over the floor, and gave them both treats. Then I gave them to Merryweather AYCE when she climbed into my lap. And then she kept climbing up my chest. I swear she must have had a message for me. Tim called me shortly thereafter about Julian. For as much as I drank around him, the only really fuzzy days are mostly after he left. I did at least mention that it was like being high. In many ways he's one of my drugs. And I'm not sure if I'm going to leave him. Julian called later, though it was mostly just to have someone on the phone with. He mentioned an incoming storm with possible tornados, and I advised him to leave at Early Ass O'Clock to try to beat the storm. Assuming it wasn't coming from the west, obv. I had some extra miscellaneous and overachiever things to take care of after, but they were necessitated by my errors to begin with, so it evens out.

I finally remembered to message Bespoke Post. The whole gimmick of the company was that you choose what goes in your subscription box or if you even want it. Another area of life that silence doesn't equal consent. I will say that their customer service, while still owned by Bespoke, were very nice. I wonder if it costs them more to have had it RTS or the return shipping label they provide?