I'm convinced nobody likes me and am holding stand-offs to see if anyone ever communicates with me again without me making a move. Contest excludes those entangled in some kind of psychic web I've spun them into.

I booked a half-hour massage after work, and I should remember to do trivial self-indulgent stuff like that more.

And...I bought an ergonomic shovel, a final acceptance that I have no man to do the effing shovelling.