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As long as the daycare was closed, I forgot about it completely, which was very good for my mood. Now it's open again, with very strict policies about who can come into the building (not even parents: they have to hand their kids over outside) and I really really want to go by there and see people. Even though an exchange of messages on Whatsapp yesterday reminded me why I was so happy not interacting with that very dysfunctional found family. It's just: for six months I was perfectly happy with no social interaction and now I'm... not?

Last finished?

Two Judge Dees, the first Vinyl Detective, and the Spoon River Anthology.

I was a bit put off at the casual slaughter in the VD. I mean, if these guys are offing anyone who might have the records in question in their possession, why not off the guy who's actively tracking them down? Because he can lead them to more collectors? But the VD's contacts are in the public domain, so to speak: the villains also know who the second hand sellers are, because the're offing them. Oh, and all those people selling the records on the internet who make it so easy for the VD to acquire the missing ones when he's in California- why didn't the villains think of them? Some bugs in the system there.

Reading now?

And shouldn't be: Ogawa Youko, Revenge
-- yes, really good, but oh so oogey. Can't think of something that would counter it.

Next up?

Hopefully something cheerfull

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We are creatures of habit and the Day Care has been part of your routine for quite a while. You didn't miss it because it was closed but being told you can't go probably triggered your wanting/needing to be there. It probably is harder since your Brother and SIL are no longer near. I have been retired for over a year and I still miss the routine and planning and interaction with my kids, but not the diaper changing and potty training. Most of the children I had then would now be entering into Kindergarten.

When it was closed I couldn't even remember the kids' names, which argues that I was subconsciously quite ready to quit. But yes, it was the place I went to every day and it really is like family, even if a dysfunctional one. Also quite true, that with my aunt's death last year and next door moving out this year, it was the only extended social interaction available. But the lack of people to talk to didn't bother me for six months and I wonder why it does now. Maybe just knowing it wasn't there meant I mentally dismissed the possibility and enjoyed an extended vacation.

Diapers never bothered me, but the potty training was a pain. 😊