There's three new cases, sixty-five active, sixty-two in hospital and one in ICU. Two apparently free to chill in a hotel somewhere. At least according to my math. I have all sorts of assorted shenanigan going on and one big difference between now and every other Friday before.
Today is Payday!
::curlytoot noise::
That's right, folks. I'm giving myself money I've already earned at a rate sufficient to fly under Mr Taxman's radar. Don't worry, I also already earned it at a rate sufficient to fly under Mr Taxman's radar but that's not the point.
Mr Taxman is always waiting with salivating fangs.
So until I have a specified amount in my coinjar, I'm getting my money in small doses. I will get the new bathroom paid for. Barbarian-style yelling is purely optional.
In the news:
- Dick drawing on GPS confirmed
- The woman with the defamation case was actually claiming that no reasonable person should have been listening to the whackjob things she said publicly as part of the Muppet's campaign
- Liberal MP caught trolling women on Facebook and is now allegedly suicidal over facing the dreaded consequences. Boohoo
- Worker paid with a barrow-load of loose change
- ScoMo in hot water over the way he's handled the entire Parliament debacle
- The EverGiven is still stuck in the Suez Canal
- Government handing out $100 hotel vouchers to try and stimulate the economy
- Punch-up on a plane where zen would have worked just as well
- Someone's launching a "controversial" scifi series. I bet it's not nearly gay enough to reach the levels of my writing. Muahaha
- Public housing residents file a class action suit based on how they were treated during lockdown
As always, house unfuckening, daily tale, and 1K Friday with a mind to keeping my newly-refreshed wrist relatively happy. I spent yesterday in a brace and in pain. Today is looking a tiny bit dodgy. I'm taking my ease.