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      So I finally got my Sims 3 working again. Actually, that's incorrect. Turns out it was working the whole time. All I had to do was start a new game. Now it's running just fine; no missing content, no missing options, no objects with missing interactions. I guess all my other saves became corrupt. I'm playing now without even one expansion pack and it seems to have fixed all the problems. It feels so weird and so good to be playing again. But, my ports die with annoying frequency; forcing me to restart my computer, typically every second time. It's pretty hard to play that way, but at least I'm playing.

      I also tried to give Young Sheldon a chance. But after nine-year-old Missy started flirting with her sixty-something doctor, it lost its appeal really fast. Hopefully I can find a different show that deserves to be seen. I've been checking into Chicago MED, but I spend most of the time cringing and looking elsewhere.

      So just since January I've read all five Partholon books, completed two marathons of Friends and one marathon of Fresh Prince. I rearranged my bedroom and now I'm on season four of another Big Bang Theory rerun. I've made wonderful cookies, horrible fudge, and pudding that's rather chewy. And about every second day, I lose interest in my home life, put on my mask and go out. I'm fine so far, keeping my distance and being hygienic; which is more than I can say about the rest of the world. My brother actually saw some idiot pick up a discarded mask covered in phlegm and put it on her face.

      I don't know why people don't believe or understand that pandemics can happen, germs can spread, and they can die. It's like they think it's a joke.

      The only joke I see is the assumption that sense is common....