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Wow! SO much going on in Mongerland. I send you strength Therese so you can make your Dad's days happy and easy; and to Jenny that you can get a easy solution for your folks in going to a better place for them.

Well, the Land of the Hotz has been interesting. Covid is more something I encounter in media rather than locally experiencing. I would have to be in one of the safest places on the planet right now. The cost is the locals complacency, and that our vulnerable indigenous peoples see it as a white fella disease & are thus immune. Instead, I live through a crime wave of stolen cars, home invasions and domestic violence. There is currently a civil war between disaffected Aborigines and? Australian Trumpster-like rednecks. My local feed tells me what a wonderful leader he is, along with our Australian conservative leaders & that a curfew, the army, or any other heavy handed method to beat the Aborigines are the best option. It is an unpleasant town in so many ways.

Work is ridiculously busy and depressing. I send much of my time endorsing the use of all the aquifers to grow hay or hemp - to the level that shall kill all life on the surface, and turn the areas into a Sahara desert analogy. Then there is the onshore gas fracking I am forced to endorse, and so on & so on. The mandate I work under is so strict that I am forced to say yes all too often. It is exhausting. It goes completely contrary to my scientific & conservation training.

The hectic level is mad & I would work at the same level as our medical staff in hospitals during these times. I easy do the workload of 3-4 people. I feel overwhelmed, and there is nothing to stop it. Our whole group is like this, and with our state government broke, there is definitely no possibility of extra staff - and if so, they are always zoologists. This is the other killer, the higher management are quite happy for the flora section to be made incompetent from overwork, which highlights their contempt of our skills.

My manager is now a gaslighting sh!t. We are going through a restructure, and his snide emails, his over-eager? announcing of any petty error I do, and the appalling comments about my tiny unit during the review section of the restructure should have been destroying, but I do have that Battle of Britain stoicism and bravado that shows he hasn't affected me at all (I am angry more than upset or hurt). Our executive are fully aware (my manager loves to cc them into everything) & I think once he is forced to retire (as a result of the restructure), then there should be a relief. My only fear is my new manager may be a mini-Me of my current one. All new executive positions are going to be from within our division & the pool of potentials is not filling my heart with joy.

I'm counting the 9.5 years till I can retire.

Mr Boof the cat has been ill of late. He had dental surgery about 5 weeks ago & since then he has suffered from bowel extremes. A number of visits & over night stays at the vet hospital & currently a new diet hopefully shall eventually put him right.

Knitting hasn't been fun either. Two good knitting friends that I would hang out with in July were diagnosed with breast cancer in August. Both have had operations & the prognosis is very encouraging with just radiation therapy. The knitting crew are making a blanket for each. I am on the last of 8 squares & of course, my enthusiasm is low, but that bullheaded again means I shall have the last done this weekend. I too have been having additional skin cancer treatments - face, arms & upper chest. Some have been precursor melanomas, so we caught them in time, but that too isn't really making me a happy bunny.