Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

I went to get bandages, and found 'em in a suitable size, only to discover I didn't have the debit card.

So I tootled home.

It's cold, almost at the #ShitPoint. I didn't stop at the #FuckNazis bench, the cemetery, or the Curvy Wurvy Timey Wimey fountain.

As I finish the last paragraph, Pfeffernuss and her social worker return.

I asked for the card, but she says she's going shopping with a stop at the pharmacy, so...

Time to make a fresh cuppa.

Blä. At some point this morning, I will once more have to put on my boots, brave the shit, and go to the bank. I can't catch a break. At least I know there won't be much walking involved.

In other news, I'm officially designating -4° as the #ShitPoint. Because it looks like cartoon of someone shitting, on any temperature scale. It's currently shit outside. I'll wait until it warms past shit.