Sieve memories

My mind is like a sieve. I find it hard to remember things that even just happened lately. Part of being tired, I suppose, but I'm going to spend some time trying right now, and get things down on paper. Er, screen.

First, lol, yesterday I spent a lot of time trying to accurately answer a meme-y type question about my first 20 jobs, which... I OH SHOOT I JUST REMEMBERED ANOTHER ONE. So, if you ever see my twitter post about it, add meat packer, which I only did for a day in college.

Ok, that's not, like, the good stuff, though. Pictures, luckily will tell a lot of it, but the words are things that I can't remember but want to.

Over the past two weeks, Stina has been quarantined with her covid. So, it was just me and Lochlan. We went on a lot of excursions, and I got used to hearing him call for daddy, and that was very nice, emotionally, for me. Towards the end of the isolation, he would ask me to lay with him when it was bedtime, and I did. I don't think it helped him fall asleep, however. I lay quietly and still, and he climbed all over me. He asked so politely. One night I fell asleep, exhausted, while he was clambering on me, and only woke up when Stina wiggled my foot so I could do the nighttime chores. He had fallen asleep that time. Mostly he wanted to be in a cave with me, which means putting the blanket or sheet over us.

I set the limit that we needed to have the AC on if I was going to be in there, and once he understood that I really meant that, he relented. It's been really hot, lately, but he does not generally abide having the AC on. What a kid.

At one point, the dog peed on his bed. After I cleaned it up, he peed on his bed just like the dog.

What a kid. What a dog.