Let’s catch up with spike

[Higgs]

fang it no wukkin furries avva good one

are you okay?

yeah. spent a week in perth.

Nice. But you didn't drop in to visit me while here? Dayum.

[Chris_H_2]

fang it no wukkin furries avva good one

are you okay?

yeah. spent a week in perth.

Nice. But you didn't drop in to visit me while here? Dayum.

now i want to go to perth!

[Higgs]

We have a spare room (with ensuite) and cold beers in the fridge! Hit me up my friend!

[Chris_H_2]

[96583UP]

no Higgs

don’t do it

it’s a trap

he is only after your daughters

[Chris_H_2]

this doesn't concern you numbers

[Higgs]

(a) I only have one daughter

(b) I know this man's musical tastes and I trust him implicitly.

Spoiler: show

(c) we can negotiate here if needs be, I'm sure

[96583UP]

this is getting close

[Chris_H_2]

this is why i love higgs

[spike]

Adapting to the lingo is just easier in everyday convo. Minimizes the blank stares. My wife learned that moving the opposite direction.

Anyway, all our shit is here. It’s a lot, but also not totally terrible. I also just confirmed that my wife has indeed struck me down with Covid. I don’t remember much in the rona blur that was today.

My kid is sleeping on a mattress on the floor tonight, cuz there’s no way I’m assembling a bed in this weakened state. I’ll just do it all wrong anyway.

[dad]

speedy recovery, spike.

[spike]

Thanks, mostly just feels like a head cold. Bit of fever last night.

[96583UP]

feel better man

fkin eh

[Ello Sailor]

dream in colors & dream in red, man

fkn eh

[spike]

Being surrounded by all my worldly belongings is giving me comfort as I stare down corona obliteration.

[spike]

The house is starting to take shape after everything landed on Friday. I put together several dining chairs yesterday, we continued to unpack boxes, straightened up the garage for storage needs, and last night I had one last burst of energy to hang some art in key places to make the place look a bit more settled.

Today’s project was putting together the IKEA sofa bed, which I just completed. Contemplating doing the kid’s bed next, but that’ll be a bigger job and I’m not sure I’ll have time before picking up the kid from school. I also need to be mindful of my energy level; still got a big old thick line on last night’s Covid test. Not sure how I’ve mustered enough energy to do what I’ve done so far. I’ve definitely needed to take breaks as I tire faster.

[96583UP]

though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i fear not, for the ikea assembly is almost over

[spike]

Haha. I’d put this sofa together when we first bought it a few years ago, and remembered it being fairly easy and straightforward, which it was. Weird for ikea, I know.

[spike]

I submitted a claim for $7200 to our shipping company, related to any damages or missing items. They came back with $4500, which is more than I expected. Damages are minimal and we can live with, and the missing items were just minor things we can mostly replace.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.