A 8-post collection

Erastide! Happy Chocolate Day!

Dawn is spreading over the countryside and, were it not for the heinous fuckshittery on the news, I could believe that peace on earth and goodwill towards fellow humans might be possible.

But this morning of the hope of rebirth and renewal, we have:

  • The Muppet claiming that a virus cannot be defeated by antibiotics. When the whole world knows that antibiotics only work against bacteria.
  • The Muppet fixating on his TV ratings rather than anything related to combatting the plague sweeping through the country he's allegedly in charge of.
  • The revelation that education need not be as expensive as it is because the cost of higher education has been slashed because all of a sudden people don't want to pay for something they can't attend. Surprise.
  • Confirmation that wet markets are the perfect breeding ground for virii like Covid.
  • Newborn babies given tiny face shields to try and protect them from the plague.

On one hand, the last one is a little cute. On the other, slightly terrifying and also practical. They're working hard to do everything they can to protect the tiny and vulnerable.

Meanwhile, the people in aged care facilities [especially in the US] are told not to resuscitate the "burdensome" elderly. Yikes, people. Major. League. YIKES.

I also had confirmation through a fellow Autiste that the attitudes I battled in the 70's are still alive and well in the 21st century. Thirty. Firkin. YEARS. After the fact.

As the discourse goes via Tumblr, we don't need awareness. We need acceptance.

But that's a rant for another Wednesday. I should get on with telling a story so that I'm free to eat chocolate with the family.


Well... I don't really know. Not for sure. Beloved has been plying the house with all sorts of carb-loaded treats for the holiday, so my Monday will likely be spent on a fast. Or mopping up the sad remains of whatever carbs happen to be left over. I haven't made up my mind, yet.

But, given that I have that inflammation stiffness in my throat that usually means a saline dose on Max... I'm putting my money on 'fast'. Asthma is a

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Challenge #01838-E014: Hour of Need

It had been a hard day today, she Needed chocolate! -- Anon Guest

So. Let's recap. Best beloved and most capable person in the house arrested for a crime they couldn't possibly commit. On a day when she had needed to run around between four different destination, with stops on the way to pick up whatever. And stops at the bank to get her running money for the week because their mutual funds had been frozen and their family still needed to

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Indulgance Day

Today is my day to go ham on the Guylian while they still remain. I've left a few for my little darlings, but once they're gone, they're gone.

Alas, delicious chocolate, I enjoyed it well.

Of course I saved the last Original Praline for the final taste of Guylian for my immediate future.

Today, after I'm done with my Instant and Blasts scheduling, I shall probably be spending a majority of my time with Beloved on WoW. It's our together time and

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Okay, so sugar and lots of it does really terrible things to me. I have learned this now.

Following a breakfast of a Lindt dark choc bunny, a Guylian sampler1 and some sugar-free creaming soda... I had asthma, loose stools, and trouble staying upright.

At least until we headed off to Maccas for lunch for some grease-burgers and, in my case, the promisingly disgusting Cadbury Cream Egg McFlurry. It was actually more of a sundae with caramel sauce and definitely-not-cadbury-flakes on

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Happy Easter, everyone!

It's my morning habit to wake early, and this time, it's held me in good stead. I crept around the house like a thief in the pre-dawn light, delivering sugary goodness in the shape of bunnies and eggs.

Of course, Easter Sunday is a feast day. Which means that a majority of the family can indulge in all the carbage they could dream of. But just for the day.

Beloved has a rationable supply of chocolate, the lighter portions of which will

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Another party survived

This time, I went to a family gathering and did not get slammed on. Yay. All the major players in the Nutter-slamming contest were busy with other things. I'm sure the present helped :D

I also ate way too much chocolate for my own good. That said, there's three states of chocolate: Not enough chocolate, enough chocolate, and tomorrow's chocolate.

There's no such thing as too much chocolate.

There might be such a thing as too much driving. Beloved had intestinal problems,

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