The way it's written, masks are even mandatory in shared hallways of apartment buildings.
That would never fly here. None of the employees or residents wear masks just to go around in the building. The exception is if maintenance, plumbing, or security has to enter a suite.
I remember when they closed the social room in early April. I'm still appalled at the chance I took in attending the pizza party in March (they have these 2-3 times/year for the residents; this was before the 'pandemic' label was made official). But given an opportunity to snag free Dominos pepperoni pizza, I'm likely to give in to temptation.
They recently opened the social room, after the provincial CMO eased the restrictions on social gatherings. Next thing I know, during a heat wave there was a birthday party there, with 40+ people crammed in.
I don't wear a mask around the building, but I do wear gloves when doing a garbage run. I never touch any public door handles or elevator buttons with my bare hands, including my own door (since there have been a lot of people in and out in recent weeks).
I am beyond fed up with the weather. It is supposed to be Autumn. 30C degrees is horribly wrong.
That happened here, back in 2011. It was insanely hot, and I'd just moved into a basement suite with a western exposure. It was like a sauna in that place, so what I did was move the cats' dishes and beds to the kitchen (the only place not in direct sunlight) and took myself off to the local mall, that had air-conditioning and inexpensive slush drinks. I must have done this for a couple of weeks, when I wasn't trying to get my life sorted out (dealing with the cable company, buying a new phone because my old one died, etc.).
Where I'm from, Autumn starts with the equinox, in about ~10 days.
That's what the calendar says. The calendar can STFU. Climate change has other ideas. Autumn started weeks ago here; usually in August, and it's not unusual now for winter to pre-announce itself in late August/early September.
(yes, I am aware of the astronomical definition of the seasons.)
Mr: I'm off work today, so don't worry about the dishes. I'll take care of them!
Me: Oh thank you, that'd really help me out.
*dishes pile up all day*
Me: I'm going to be making dinner soon, would you be up for doing those dishes before I do?
Mr: Of course!
*Soon I make dinner, dishes continue piling up*
Me: Would you be up for doing those dishes before you go play basketball with your friends?
Mr: Yep! I'm just going to sit for a couple minutes first.
*Time passes, dishes still aren't done*
Mr: Well, I'm off to play basketball!
Me: Weren't you going to do the dishes?
Mr: I'll do them when I get back in two hours! Bye Honey!
*He leaves, I do the dishes*
Every. Dang. Time.
Wash enough dishes for yourself. When it comes to serve him, ask him what he plans to eat on. If he says there aren't any clean dishes, tell him to cup his hands and don't spill anything. If it's soup, tell him to eat fast, since it will probably burn his hands and drip on his clothes otherwise.
I now have 1500 words to write. 8500/10000 done.
But wait - you say -, how did you get from 9700 words to 8500? How did this negative miracle happen?
Simple, really. I had to erase stuff. Roughly 3000 words, that is.Though a bit more than half of those got moved to the final part of the seminar, so isn't actually lost.
Still, 1500 words in 4 1/2 days is very doable. Provided I stop being as lazy as I am, of course.
A dedicated, disciplined NaNoWriMo veteran can knock that out in less than a day.
Isaac Asimov could do it even faster.
Just think of it as 15 non-fiction drabbles. You'll have it done in no time!
