Not the virus. Just crud. But ok.
We’re saying a reluctant goodbye to Scott—he’s been with us a long time, part of the ‘family’, he and Andrea. But construction jobs have to end, and he has to move on to a shower install elsewhere. He’ll pop back in to help us with a couple of things, but not having Scott around during the day is…well, we’ll miss him.

We’re still locked down. Some people in Yakima and Snohomish counties decided they were immune and bunched up without masks. Bad move.

Ben, there’s worse things than a house deal gone, its one that ‘takes’ and turns out to involve legal tangles and personalities. This too shall pass, is my motto, and the chambered nautilus my totem. When things crash, you just build a new chamber and grow. Wishing you and the furry terrors the best. Youngster and nippiness; do what mom-cat does: tap firmly on the leather of the nose with one finger and say ‘No’ sharply and firmly. Takes a while, but that nose-tap is catese for I’m really serious here. Kitty faces are sacred as you may know, and the mom-pat is serious stuff.

Hope all of you are snug and safe, no bar-hops, no wild parties. Waiting for the vaccine, here.

Meanwhile I have a box of mushrooms (the watery marine kind: if you don’t specify marine you get recipes on google, but not to be deterred, one company offers recipes for marine mushrooms… ) and I’ll be dealing with those. Inability to reach the sump for maintenance did as much damage as the 8 day winter power-out 2-3 years ago. This is my first chance in about 3 years to get it back in real good form.