yes, *that* dawnperson @thatdawnperson@rafting.io

What even this bathtub cat. I didn’t take him for a walk in the shared hallway and now this.

May you find the focused joy of Spike watching the printer run.

Tax return for 2020 filed. This year’s refund is about the amount we will need to pay the vet for Spike’s dental work.

Vash is out of sorts, restive. Buddy, I feel you.

Curious artifact of PE Trudeau’s multiculturalism: I grew up in a neighbourhood, a city, full of hyphenated Canadians. Most of our grandparents weren’t the right sort (French, Italian, Ukrainian, Greek, Jewish, etc - not British Isles stock) yet we grew up to accept ourselves and our pale-skinned cohort as white. This was also likely due to post-WW2 broader acceptance of continental Europeans as more human than those creatures with odd skin tones.

Sup, homey. #catsofmastodon

Meanwhile I am still boggling at the videos I found last night with a guy wearing a weighted vest and jumping with a trap bar holding what looked like over a hundred pounds of plates.
Serves me right, looking up box jumping substitutes.

According to a random German weight training blog post I tripped across, Angel Spassov promoted the Bulgarian split squat in the US. The coach claimed it was part of the training program that led to the country beating the Russians at power lifting.
It was misdirection. This move is gentle on the back while working the legs for power. Power lifters need back strength.

Spike is cute: receipts. His blood shows signs of excellent health. Blood work belies the state of his teeth, which are due for vet care next month.

Taking the day off may not have been a particular occasion (okay it’s a provincial stat holiday but I work for the federal). Got some sleep, read some Czimenthaly, did some Coursera, did less fretting than a typical day.

There was a lurking shadow in my sleep last night. Pretty sure I know the source, kind of amused at the structure of my mind and memory triggers.

I mentioned crappy sleep and fatigue to Best Beloved before rising. We switched places in the bed and I got a fairly solid hour and a half of deep, restful sleep.

Yeah like I know you’re attentive. Sigh.

This cat. Every time I catch him doing that cute leg of lamb pose and try to get a photo he’s all “oh, I will pay attention to you, sup homey?”

I miss having structure. A surplus of executive function. Also pre-pandemic style random encounters with humans. And going for walks.