30-JUN-20 Shucks, No Lawn Mowing Today

[DiveMilw]

Oh Darn!  It's was raining lightly today so I "can't" mow the lawn.  Actually, I didn't think we were supposed to get rain until later today.  I happened to look out the window and saw that it was raining again.  So I'm not procrastinating.  It's the rain's fault.  
(The down side of not doing the mowing is that, with this rain, the grass is going to grow quickly and take longer to mow when I finally do it.)

What chores are you putting off doing today?

[KathyB]

I had a response all typed out about how I was procrastinating some more on laundry, and what led me to the procrastination, but it disappeared when I tried to post, and I am too tired to try to think of how to say it cleverly again, so I'm just saying laundry and leaving it at that. )

[scenicdesign71]

I'm dawdling about getting in touch with the coordinator of a BLM street mural that's supposed to be happening in Harlem this Thursday and Friday -- I'd like to help work on it, but I'm lamely procrastinating because it's supposed to get up to about 90º those days.  I should've volunteered for the one out in Bed-Stuy a couple of weeks ago when I had the chance (and when it was cooler out).

In other developments, I finally got some quasi-concrete news about my once-and-hopefully-future job (with all due allowance for the fact that no one can predict anything about anything anymore: the unqualified future tense is just no longer really a thing).  To wit:  IF (and it's obviously a very big 'if') NYC manages not to backslide in terms of case numbers and stays on track for Phase Four reopening (which includes filmmaking), our producers are hoping to have us back to work in mid-to-late August.

I remain both uncertain how much faith to place in the likelihood of that actually happening, and ambivalent about the dangers -- as well as the hassles of actually working in an environment that has been made sufficiently safe to go back.  (It may sound petty to complain about the prospect of wearing a mask for ten hours a day; but even on an occasional basis, for a handful of hours at a time -- while sanding or spraying, say -- I've always found them pretty oppressive: they get itchy, make my skin break out, and are annoying to breathe through.  Wearing one for fifty hours a week, for months on end, sounds like a form of mild but insidious torture).

On the other hand, aside from all that(, Mrs. Lincoln), getting back to work would be a very good thing -- for my finances (especially if the current weekly federal assistance doesn't get renewed after the end of July) and, even more, for my sanity.