I Have Nothing Witty. Happy Last Monday of April for 2020.

Work was actually pretty low key today. I managed to get caught up on my uploads, so I was able to switch focus on knocking out backlogged vaccinations (I have to make sure each vaccine is in the patient’s chart and if if isn’t, I notate all necessary information in my spreadsheet, add a note for the care team/assign it to them to update the chart, and go ahead and proceed to upload the immunization list to the chart it takes a little extra time. Hence why I’m still catching up from the software update last month and moving to this new process due to working from home).

When I clocked out, I headed straight for the yard. Checked on my plants and the baby fish. There were three babies in the pond and I think two in the creek.

Also, I’m happy to report one of my irises have bloomed.

I call this “Victorian Velvet Blush” because idk what it’s actually called and I like mine better. And I’m confident I would still like mine better even if I knew what the technical name for this is.

I came back in from my rounding and started supper. Yes, I cooked supper- chicken enchiladas. I have to admit, I think it’s my best batch yet. I was pretty impressed with myself, if I am to be honest.

Despite all of these good things, I would like to burrito myself in a blanket while the gentleman caller pets my head like he does. Seriously, he could have whatever he asked for as long as he asks for it when he’s doing that. Especially if I’m laying on top of him, both of us all cozy under a blanket- he’s my human heating rock. Best seat in the house!

AND EVERYONE ELSE’S HOUSE! Thank god he’s portable.

I told him once that’s my preferred way to die- on top of him as he pets my head and I steal his body heat while he does whatever he’s doing besides giving me all of the affection.

…I can be a little needy.

I apologized ahead of time about the trauma and bodily fluids that would ensue. But I stand my ground and am not changing my mind.

He laughed and said something that didn’t include the word no.

However, because I don’t get to have any of those things right now, I’m doing the next best thing: soaking in the tub. And writing. I have some of my best ideas for rambling in here- in my opinion, at least.

…I came back to this post after taking a quick break because I remembered something I was going to add but forgot it after proofreading.

Sigh. Of course I did.

Moved my plants around some more to accommodate Big Mama Jade. She was cramped and busting out everywhere, so I moved her onto my plant stand in the living room so she can grow without constraint.

Which left my OG zz to find a place on my nightstand that’s become my plant table (all tables should be plant tables). It looks good, but we aren’t finished quite yet.


My work gay said my writing was eloquent. HAHA WHAT?! Eloquent and I are two words that don’t fit quite right when paired together in a sentence. Or maybe I have a different definition of eloquent than he does. Or I don’t know how to take a compliment.

I did thank him after making sure he wasn’t giving me shit. Of all people, I know Josh isn’t one to blow smoke up my ass just because.

I mean, maybe if I was a very handsome man with a sexy, sexy beard that I oiled religiously, he might. Pretty sure he wouldn’t call me the next day, though.

Ugh! I just asked him and he responded with this emoji (it was the boy version):


I’m taking that as a polite no. This just proves I know him too well…and he knows me too well because he politely declined.


More posts to come!

Published by amberalice

I’m not sure how to summarize myself properly (I struggle with simply being human). But let’s give it a try! Spiritual witchy hippie who dreams of three day weekends and human rights for all. Lunch lady to the neighborhood birbs (white breasted nut hatches are the best!). Adore my jumping spiders. Oh, there are also 50 or so plants we share our home with. And some rogue lady bugs. It’s always interesting to see where they show up. Like on toilet paper. This is where I add a heavy dash of queer, neurodivergency, and vegetarianism. Am big on hugs- I give them most generously.

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  1. I might have called. It all hinges on whatever man Amber looks like. But… a man that can cook me enchiladas and take care of my plants…. hmmmm

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