Andrea Roceal @Roceal@aus.social

Pie and beer levels restored to recommended thresholds.

One hour left until pub o’clock. One hour left until pub o’clock.

It took almost all day, but I managed to mostly unearth the study from daddy long legs, dust, and both figurative and literal rubbish. #AdultingIsHard

Hell hath no fury like a woman who was too tired to cook dinner because her spouse twisted his ankle something awful last night and she’s had to juggle child care, household responsibilities, and sprint planning for work so she decided to order dinner on Menulog but the restaurant didn’t deliver the food after an hour and a half and her kids were getting whingy so she had to walk down the road for Thai takeaway and the littles didn’t get to bed until 9:30 😱#TrueStory

Finding the #whyareyouhere posts an interesting read. I have a long answer and a short answer, but I’m nearly at my train station so short for now. I’m on aus.social because I like the tenor of the folks that post here. I’m on Mastodon because I never really got into Twitter and Facebook was giving me the shits on multiple levels. I like the independent/federated idea, have been burned by other platforms disappearing: MySpace, Orkut etc.

Freshly baked scone with cream and jam, from the Test Kitchen. Working here does not suck.

Veggie ramen & black filter coffee to keep me going

Snek

When it's cold like this at 10 minutes to 7 our bed just turns into a warm crowded blanket cave full of small pointy elbows and knees and very cold feet.

No one is particularly comfortable, but no one wants to get out, either.

Ugh. 5° is not the temp I want to wake up to in a house without double paned windows and with only one gas fire as a heat source.

I really have been spending too much time on Minecraft.

The young master likes to drink tea with me. Right now he is having chamomile in a Jemima Puddleduck mug and I am drinking nettle tea in a plain mug. I feel very civilised.

Currently getting my butt kicked by 3:30 pm. 😴

@grumpysmiffy sincere condolences. We only had one dog when I was a kid, a Humane Society rescue a few months old brought home when I was seven. She was my buddy, made it to my third year at uni when she stopped eating and her body kept filling up with fluid. I felt lucky I was able to make the trip to the vet with my dad and say goodbye, but that was a tough trip indeed. I celebrate Garth's memory with you!

Tastes pretty good, too!

It was a chilly, gloomy day, so I mulled apple cider with cinnamon, nutmeg, star anise, allspice, and half an orange with cloves. You guys, it smells SO GOOD.

Struggling between wanting to binge all the episodes of Good Omens and wanting it to last forever. I sure miss Terry Pratchett's wit.