Phone shoulder is real, yo! You know that aching stiffness in your non-dominant shoulder? The one that holds the phone as you swipe at it like a cat batting a fly? I've got to stop playing games on my phone. Especially Redecor. I got sucked into that one because I really do like decorating a room and, between you and me, my house looks great! But that game is fixed for a very particular aesthetic AND they don't give you enough color options without you paying out a ton of cash! Not that the extra colors really matter because everyone only votes on the BORING designs (beige beige grey beige), to the point that I just make all my designs blah so I get the votes, and that is a sad, sad social media way to live so why am I even playing?!
Oh yeah, pandemic.
Also, I'm a bit addicted to all the research options at the tips of my swipy paws. I now have the freedom to look up every passing fancy that flits through my brain. And trust you me, some of them are pretty stupid. Who was in that movie? Do only birds have wishbones? Are there documented incidences of granny on granny violence? Between the research and the games I'm really jacking my shoulder. I looked it up (shocker) and it's akin to having SWIMMERS SHOULDER! But without the benefit of being bikini ready.
But wait, you say, didn't you have the freedom to look up stupid crap any time you wanted before? Yes, but now I have the TIME. Before I was busy running errands, and grocery shopping, and driving my kid around, and and… and doing other stuff that I can't remember but surely miss! (Maybe). Now I have pandemic time… and phone shoulder.
Support groups coming soon to a zoom near you.
Glad you’re getting back to blogging. I have decided that 2021 is the year for me to get back to blogging after about seven years of feeling sorry for myself. You continue to inspire me in that direction. (The blogging, not the feeling sorry for myself.) But “granny on granny violence”? It somewhat conjures disturbing images of what goes on at the nursing home where your granny lives. Perhaps an unintended side effect of the vaccine she has just received? Perhaps when your uncles both get the vaccine, you should be on the lookout for uncle on uncle violence. I will keep you posted.
This is what happens when your friends can’t just hang out and speculate with you about all those wild ideas. Instead we’re looking up things on the internet. While you’re there, please find plans for building plexiglass rooms in my back yard for outdoor open air visits where I can see you without exchanging viruses. Because I figured it’s less work than cleaning those large personal bubbles. Thanks!
Kelly – I would love to read your blog! And please, please, just stop the uncle on uncle violence. It’s gone too far.
Jeanne – Oh, but I really want my own hamster bubble! That would be cool. I could roll down the street, go shopping again, always maintain six feet of distance. Stairs would be an issue but maybe if I ran really fast I could bounce up them. As long as no one else came inside, the cleaning shouldn’t be too hard. Just some lysol spray and, um, toxic fumes.