OK last update of 2022

Let’s get to the big one first: Mrs. the Poet has tested positive for COVID, and so has my youngest daughter, and I need to test again Saturday to make sure I didn’t catch it when I kissed Mrs. the Poet.

Another thing, I have had my last 2 dinners delivered because I got gift cards for Whataburger and I have the delivery app. Last night I had the patty melt because I love the taste of caramelized onions with the creamy pepper sauce on it, and a chocolate shake because I only needed one more thing to get double rewards.

Something I’m embarrassed to admit, I bought a male sex toy because Mrs. the Poet is halfway across the county in a different city. Well this sex toy didn’t work. It functions perfectly, but it just doesn’t do the thing for me. $58 after tax and shipping, plus another $4 for lube so it would function, and it doesn’t work, in fact it leaves me numb after a few minutes. One thing it does do is get me hard enough to get off without visual stimulation. So it wasn’t a total waste of money, and it did feel good on lower settings, just not “that good”.

The weather is much warmer now, currently 65°F with the same “feels like” temperature, they are forecasting a 40% chance of rain with a warm front passing through. Locally NYE is expected to have clear skies and warm weather. Another statement about Texas weather, if you don’t like it hang around for a few minutes, it’ll change. See you in 2023!

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I survived so far

They’re expecting one more day of sub-freezing temperatures here in North Texas. It got down to 10°F locally with a wind chill of minus 8, spelled out for emphasis. I used to have cold weather gear that Mrs. the Poet gave away because “you never use it” even though the purpose of having warm clothes is to not need them but have them if you do need them! Her take was if you haven’t worn them in a month, get rid of them. Which I suppose is good for like summer clothes in the summer, but winter clothes are kept for emergencies of cold. Not as a fashion choice. Which for some reason didn’t get through to Mrs. the Poet.

They are having a minor emergency at the home, 8 patients and one employee testing positive for Trump’s virus. They’re still open for Christmas, but everybody has to stay masked up during visits. Which is going to make kissing Mrs. the Poet interesting to say the least. Plans are still up in the air right now.

And I haven’t been able to get anyone presents except for Alex. because everyone else jut wanted gift cards and I haven’t been out where I could get gift cards in at least a couple of weeks. Alex asked for and is getting books and a Nerf rifle, because I can order those from the jungle site and get them delivered to the house.

And that’s pretty much all I have to tell today.

It’s literally freezing here

As I sit here at 1500 the outside temperature is 16°F with the wind chill of -1. I have lived in North Texas since 1989 and it has never been this cold during the daytime while I lived here. The heat pump can’t keep up and it’s currently 66° in my office with the thermostat set at 68, but not dropping very much. And as I typed that at 1530 it went to a reading of 65° on my desk clock/thermometer.

I’m thinking I might wanna tape over the edges of my window to keep the outside air out and the inside air in, because I can feel the breeze from that window. But I can’t do that right now, because I’m not mobile enough and might fall through the window, which would be a disaster, letting all the cold air in.

And now it’s 1600 and I need to eat to keep me warm, so I’ll take my cold fingers to another room where I make hot food, and I’ll eat some hot food.

Just listening to some classic rock

And Neil Young came on with a line that speaks to me today, about the current political situation:

“This much madness is too much sadness.”

And that’s pretty much all I have to say for today, except I hope you can avoid the sadness.

Went to celebrate Mrs.’s the Poet’s Birthday today

Just got back from celebrating Mrs. the Poet’s birthday with her at the nursing home. There’s a very good Japanese restaurant literally a block from the nursing home, so we got take-out Ramen, restaurant style. Now this is nothing like those blocks of fried noodles you get from the grocery store, these noodles were fresh, not preserved, and there were chunks of vegetables and meat and spices (mine were curry noodles, with big thick square noodles like strips of lasagna noodles), not just noodles in weak broth. We also had egg rolls, and my youngest brought a Quadruple Chocolate cake. This was the most food Mrs. the Poet has eaten in a single sitting since before Father’s Day.

Mrs. the Poet wanted me to be sure to tell you she turned 69 today, because there was some question about her living to celebrate today. Well, she made it. And it looks like she’s going to live to celebrate a few more birthdays. She’s wearing regular clothes again and is out of the hospital gown she had been wearing, she had on her kitties in space T-shirt and a pair of olive stretch pants. Not as comfortable as PJs, but much cozier than a hospital gown. Her legs are warmer and her feet feel better now, because her legs are warmer. She still needs to get her legs rubbed down with lotion, but we were out of lotion, and the long pants made using lotion on her legs tricky at best even if we had some lotion to use on her. Next trip I’m bringing a big bottle of lotion for her legs. Because they need it.

Well, not a whole lot more I can say, except to talk about the receptionist at the massage place maybe sweet on me, as she got a few minutes of time on my neck and shoulders before the regular tech could get started, and rubbed my glutes for a minute, and tried to give me an entire bag of Reese’s Cup miniatures, of which I only took one because I’m not greedy and already have too much candy at home. I should mention the receptionist is just my type, skinny and flat as an ironing board. She’s also much younger than I am, but at this point she could be 50 and still be much younger than my 64 years. But I think this woman is in her early 40s, so 20-25 years younger than me. I don’t think she’s poly, though.

Well, I rambled on enough, time to put this post to bed.