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Indulging self

I think I’ve mentioned this secret vice before: watching YouTubes of wretched miserable street dogs taken in, cleaned up and transformed into handsome, loving puppers. I’m not really a dog person and I do like the cat version of these videos.

But dogs, man. When they’re miserable, they pretty much melt bonelessly into the ground and when they’re happy, they laugh with their whole bodies. I’m too lazy to own one, but it cheers me up to watch them.

I am indulging self on account of two people in my inner circle tested positive for the ‘rona today, including the one I share the office with all day. So that’s that, then.

I feel fine. I certainly haven’t lost my sense of taste (or the appetite that goes with!), though Uncle B is considerably miserabler.

Any excuse to mooch around the house.

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Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 22, 2022, 7:01 pm

I like this one because for the title…hyperbole, bent Russian grammar and all.

Every once in a while, I accidentally click one with an unhappy ending and that harshes me totally.


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 22, 2022, 10:51 pm

I can’t even watch for the happy ending, the beginning is hard enough.

Can’t do dogs suffering, well, animals overall, but dogs especially.
I capture spiders and wasps and let them loose outside.
I talk to geckos and tell them it’s okay, feed stray cats out in East Texas, scrape ladybugs off (i can’t believe the number of ladybugs in East Texas!) of logs I’m about to chainsaw.

I fiendishly want to do bad things to the asshats at the Daily Fail when they post animal snuff videos.
Definitely not the guy you want taking your wildlife in action (dining) videos because I’d end up trying to save the bunny or the mouse or the water buffalo.


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: March 22, 2022, 11:43 pm

So sorry to read that Uncle Badger is sick. Don’t know if would help, but I take large doses of Vit. B-12 to treat my loss of taste and smell (and neuropathy)—the results of nerve damage from chemotherapy 11 years ago. I give myself weekly shots, but I’ve used B-12 patches, too. Patches don’t work as well as shots but they DO work. I order mine from Amazon.

I joke about drinking Gin and Tonics, but I drank a lot of Tonic Water and Lime during chemotherapy. It was the only thing that tasted good to me other than black coffee. Anyway, it might taste good to Uncle Badger.


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: March 23, 2022, 2:30 am

Nerdle in three !!!!!

WOW


Comment from Armybrat
Time: March 23, 2022, 1:15 pm

Sorry to hear Uncle B is feeling poorly. I’m very certain hubby and I had the original ‘rona back in Nov ‘19 before it was known to be the deadliest virus known to mankind. Hubby got it first and hoooo boy did he feel awful. Spent a week in bed only getting out to go to the bathroom. I had to force him to eat. He wasn’t interested in food 1) because he felt so awful and 2) because he said he couldn’t taste anything. I got it about 2 weeks after him but I just felt like I had a mild cold. We were both left with a dry cough for about 3 months. Hubby ended up calling sick from work for almost 3 weeks. He was 59 and had NEVER called out sick before!


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 23, 2022, 4:18 pm

We both had a really awful lung bug in the Fall of 2019. If it wasn’t the ‘rona, it deserved its own name. That’s the closest I’ve ever come to asking to be taken to the hospital. If it was the bug, obviously any immunity it gave us wore off.

Today, I’m stuffy and have a mild headache. I feel a little out of it, but that might be binging VR videos.

If this is the deadliest plague EVAR, I’m not impressed.


Comment from Armybrat
Time: March 23, 2022, 7:04 pm

Madeleine Albright died today. Did anybody have her in the Deadpool?


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 23, 2022, 8:14 pm

It doesn’t look like anyone had her. She was only 84 – I would have guessed a *lot* older.

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