I’ve been a slug today. I have done nothing of any import. I have eaten multiple times. I have danced with the puppies. I have stalked Facebook.
An aside: I moved a Milwaukee boy down here and was present when he encountered his first slug. Now it was a really big slug, but still. He was a really big guy. Anyway. I heard bellowing from the downstairs. I rushed out of the bath and down the stairs to find The Ex cowered with my infant son pointing at a slug and its slimy trail on the carpet. He was terrified. Horrified and lots of –fieds. I was amused. He was not.
Tomorrow, I go into the office to pack up my PC and files to bring home. Call it a hunch, but I think West Virginia will be ordered to stay home very soon. I need to be ready.
I did run across an amusing meme today. I am Connie, the artiste-in-residence at The Barn of W. Va. Fur & Root. Namaste, y’all.
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We are all that slug now.
I’m doing my best to not be a slug, but failing miserably. I s’pose I should avoid salt.