Hm. What is going on in my head?

I was sitting here typing while looking at the television.

And the title came out 'Hm.Wh atisg oingo ninmyh ea d?'

It says the same thing, but it's more... fun.

Tells me I need to look at the screen while I type.

Chopping up words in the middle like that and rearranging the spacing is one of the codes I show the kids when we talk about them. They seem to enjoy stuff like that, it makes them more interested in learning to read if they're not already readers. 

I use easy words when we start. Like this:
Tod ayw ewil lhav esomg raha mcra cker san dap plesa ucefo rsn acks owas hupa ndme etmea tth esn ac kta ble.

I've been watching the television series Bones.
As usual, I didn't watch it when it was on network television. I hate commercials.

Also, I don't care if I see the latest thing when it's out.
Bones was on for 12 years. I'm on season 4.

It's fun so far. I don't actually look at the screen much, though.
Mostly listening while I paint or draw.

I have looked up on occasion to see some pretty gory crap. I don't love that stuff, so not seeing it is okay with me. The stories are interesting, though.
And I'm a fan of David Boreanaz, too.

My employer-who-isn't-my-employer called today. He wanted to let me know that furloughed employees are now laid off employees.

When I asked him how that affects me, he said it really doesn't. They're doing it because on paper it looks like they have somewhere around 500 employees when the real number actually working right now is far, far less.

And since the government help for non-profit organizations has a lot of specific conditions (or is supposed to, we all know how much fraud has gone on due to filthy shitbag politicians) they had to change the paper.

I'm on the official list of people who do want to come back to work for the organization when the world opens again.

We chatted a little about the school I've been working in and the district guy who opened up the back door and let that bitch manager from my last job bring her ugly and mean-spirited ass in. We're not at all sure I'll be allowed back in, although that's optimum.

He said that the school had wonderful things to say about me.
"Nothing but wonderful!" he said. "And that's one of the reasons we want you back when it becomes possible."

We chatted a little about other possibilities of my running a program somewhere else eventually. I haven't given up on the idea of getting back to a job I love, at least not yet.

I don't want to go back to work until I have received the vaccine, but not sure when that will happen. Supposedly the Dept of Early Learning/Childcare Division will contact me, but I'm not holding my breath for that to happen. I don't have a lot of confidence in bureaucrats. Do you?

And there has been a little here and there on the news. Supposedly vaccines were sent to several states but somehow none of those states have nearly as many doses as they were supposed to get. No surprise, I'm sure they sold quite a few doses to other countries.

So glad we're rid of a large portion of them. Can't wait until more are out the door.
Fucking Heehawley, fucking treasonweasel Cruz, that toilet hound Mitch...

This article was worth a read.
Another dissection of the insurrection.
What a horrible bunch of people.

In other news, I've been painting more little things. I'll try to remember to post a couple in the next few days. I am being careful to put on an old sweatshirt because I'm kind of sloppy with the paint. On the evenings I paint, I end up with acrylic paint under my nails and on my hands.
Comes right off in the shower, though.

My sleep schedule is really weird now. I have never loved getting up early. But every morning I wake up around 4:30 or 5, get up and hug the man (he leaves at 5:30 or so) dump used water, and try to go back to sleep. Most mornings it takes me an hour or two to actually manage it. Why don't I just get up instead of trying to sleep? Because then I would need a nap at noon and I can't do an hour nap, I lie down  and I am OUT for two or three hours. Then I'd be up until midnight.

Half the time I am up until then anyway.
I have to be exhausted when I go to bed because otherwise I lie there and worry and worry and worry  think about all kinds of stuff and can't seem to rest.

I know this time has been hard on everyone, not just me. But I'm ready for the world to stop with the crazy shit.

Finally, I read this evening that the predicted pandemic baby boom hasn't happened. Some psychologist says that people generally put off decisions that involve a large part of their future when they're stressed. Huh.
Ya think?