I needed to do something to manage my stress levels, so I got this done:
Now I feel even more stressed because I love how it turned out and don’t want them to chip prematurely. This was my first time ever getting a manicure. My lifestyle for the past 20+ years hadn’t been manicure-friendly. It still isn’t, but it felt like the right time to try something new. I’m also about to go on a vacation, so they only need to survive two more days in the bike shop. Then, I’ll be mismatched for a week as I plan on taking the road bike.
Racing against one’s friends in Mario Kart is another excellent method of decompressing and bringing down that blood pressure. It’s all fun and games until someone shells themselves. Alexa and Daniel were my original opponents, and the number of friendly rivals has expanded to 8. Sometimes, even more, if one of their friends joins in.
Most people showed up to Saturday night’s online race:
The original trio wanted an all Baby Park round. It ended up being very difficult to communicate, as some players had a different understanding of what was meant by “one round of all Baby Park”. Or they just couldn’t find the course in time (this has happened to me before). Nevertheless, the computer stopped at Baby Park a few times, and every single race was chaotic, as if we were actual babies throwing tantrums (and shells) while driving karts.
I also looked after the Spice Girls over the weekend.
They live with (I almost said belong, but humans belong to cats, not the other way around) a non-mechanic I barely work with. I was asked what my rate was, but I don’t have one: I like cats. I’ll do it for free if it isn’t inconvenient. I usually get a new place to hang out at for a while, away from the roomie, and eat whatever’s in their fridge. If the Spice Girls’ dad decides to give me a framed photo of them as a thank-you, I would be okay with it.
This morning was my last visit, and Ginger decided not to come out for breakfast. Up until then, neither of them had been scared of me. Nutmeg was acting normal, so I wasn’t overly concerned that there was something wrong with Ginger. I also didn’t want to look for her too hard in someone I didn’t know well’s home.
Happily, all is good: the cats’ person sent me photos of the cats upon his return, confirming that I have successfully kept his cats alive.
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