Nose to the grindstone

Having spent the best part of a month without gainful employment, it struck me that I probably needed to do something productive (oh what Protestantism drives me forward at moments like this?)

Cats were interacting, the sun was shining, the boy was at school... So out came the novel and a new start was made. For the Xth time. 

Downtown, the Ivermectin Insurrection (or the Flu Trucks Klan) continues a-pace. They aren't leaving, apparently, until the whole apparatus of state is dismantled, the Prime Minister and the Governor General have resigned, and all restrictions relating to Covid-19 are completely and utterly removed. They've "had enough of this - it's time to move on".

Darling, we've all had enough of this. But it's gobshites like you that keep prolonging the agony.