Weasel and I have a shiny new ISP! One that costs less than our old one and has faster speed and greater bandwidth! Shiny shiny.

The things I write here are not normally amusing and I think part of that is because I do not interact with people. I don’t like doing it, they piss me off. So I don’t get to describe encounters with mechanics or school teachers or children. I could tell you about the asshole I saw driving along talking on his mobile even thought it has been illegal to do so in this country since 2003. I could tell you about the other asshole I saw walking along in the cycle path on a main road in the opposite direction of traffic simply because his hipster shoes didn’t offer enough grip for him to use the snowy pavement. My four year old Doc Martens did just fine though.

There were many kitty paw prints in the snow. Those were cute and provided a balm for the anger I felt at my fellow humans.

I was walking to therapy and back again. My hands are still fucked so that makes cycling challenging on the best of days, add in the snow/ice and it just wasn’t going to happen. I’m pleased to be home now for the rest of today.

Therapy was good. We talked more about ways to encourage excitement, recording my achievements and enjoyment levels of day-to-day life and how to learn to let people just be different instead of bad or good.

Sign language starts up again tomorrow. I am excited, but I am also concerned about how I’ll do it with my hands all angry. Stupid hands.

I keep misspelling words and using the wrong ones, I’m going to blame my hands and leave it there.