Man, I completely forgot that Monday is a holiday. Then I had to do my timesheet, and now my brain is convinced today is Friday. I feel like I’m just going to forget to come to work tomorrow. But not really. I have a meeting in the morning I should probably attend. More likely scenario is that I’m up and out by 6am Monday and remember its a holiday when I plant my butt in the work chair.

“Hello, humans… when are you coming back to feed us? We brought trade goods.”

Fewer people are buy houses, but fewer houses are on the market so prices go up. Huh. I expect a fuckton of inventory as soon as people start having to make payments again.

Things are getting back to normal at my alma mater.

Bullshit statistics are bullshit. Half of all US deaths could have been avoided? How many could have been avoided by not sending COVID survivors to convalesce in nursing homes?