
13 August 2026
Dogsitting for the second time in a month.
Alienated middle-aged woman talks about life, (possibly) the universe, and (some of) everything.
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Dogsitting for the second time in a month.

Turns out I was right about the life insurance amount.

I know it’s been a while.

So I’ve been on the internet a long time (my first forays into it occurred in late 1995!), and so I’m relatively comfortable with many different methods of online communication.

The chronic-condition kids on social media often talk about neurological regulation and dysregulation and all the ways that life can make us dysregulated, which in turn affects “neurodiverse” people more severely and blah, blah, blah.

I mentioned the other day that we were expecting a VIP at work and that I didn’t think it was Owner because usually when Owner visits, we’re just told that Owner will be visiting and no one beats around the bush.

I never got this marked up in the Army.

It’s kind of amazing how fast life can change in half a month.

I really need to quit putting off posting for almost a month.

So in the midst of all my mundane nattering in the previous post, we learned that someone messed about with my box of nails and shingle pieces with nails in them and basically filled it with bark and wood trash.