the state of the nun: kind of like New Jersey, I guess

[sistawendy]

Been workin' hard. Sleeping well every other night. Socializing over the intertubes with the Tickler, La Fashionista, and C. Forgetting how to write in complete sentences.

C appears in this journal often enough that she's earned a moniker. I shall henceforth call her Tacoma Girl, because she surely is. If you're local, you can picture a queer Evergreen alumna from Tacoma, with Tacoma friends and a Tacoma personal history, who struggles with depression and smokes a fair amount of weed. That's Tacoma Girl. And yes, she's almost twenty years younger than I am, so I won't listen to any grief about the "girl" part.

I forgot how much I love sardines. They're kind of a perfect pandemic food. It's time for me to start stockpiling them, which is no mean feat when you do your grocery shopping on foot.

I am determined to acquire more warm socks today. Winter is supposed to arrive in Seattle, finally, early next week. But other than that, I'm free of weekend plans and I have to say I'm OK with that.

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[sistawendy]

I do love me some smoked mackerel! I'll keep an eye out for it.

[maellenkleth]

Ballinger Thriftway has it, and also lovely wine department which is where we customarily get drinkables (and cheeseables to go with), for Second Turkey Day Eve sharesies. Someone else arranges for good Scotch and yet another someone else lays in a multi-day supply of (ungettable-north-of-Checkpoint-Charle) Choya with the alcoholic plums in the bottom.

First Turkey Day is customarily observed at our winter-house, although this year with the 'rona it was very sparsely-attended.

Come to think of it, it's Laphraoig-o'-clock. Shall I fire up the STP (Scotch Transfer Protocol)?