it's a convoluted mess
I keep trying to start posts and then I get about three lines in and…ech. Delete. Come back later. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. We are in the middle of a four-day weekend. Bob’s company started closing for MLK Day in recent years and he took Tuesday off to use up some time. It’s nice to have a long weekend when we’re not sick since our Christmas vacation was tainted. Plague Update: Still coughing three weeks later…. Keep reading…Don’t overthink it…
January. 2024. The Bobs are still recovering from A Very Covid Christmas. Or rather Bob is at about 99% and I’m still lingering around 75%. We don’t know where we caught it from (considering we barely leave the house), but recent information claims incubation is only two or three days so we can pretty much narrow it down to our routine trips to Target and Costco or the grocery store, or the day Bob went… Keep reading…Made it through…
Greetings from the Plague Lands. Two people who barely leave the house finally caught fucking Covid two days before Christmas. I cannot taste or smell anything. My whole back hurts. My voice sounds like I’ve been smoking for forty years. I am exhausted. Bob is mostly recovered with some residual symptoms. I am on the upswing, but lagging behind. As is usual when we get sick around here. I started working on this survey mid-December… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2023…
June. Summer. FEH. …) We held out until Memorial Day to turn on the A/C. It had been in the 80’s for several days in a row, but the humidity never seemed to get above 25% and the nights still dropped into the 50’s so the house did not feel like a sweltering hellscape. The humidity was still low when we flipped the switch, but it was 85 degrees outside and that was going to… Keep reading…Just moments moving sideways…
May marks six months since Joe died. I fucking hate that statement. It’s something that enters my brain every single day and it still feels like some sort of bad joke. Twice in the past month I have told two different people I don’t know that my brother died and I realized that was the first time I’ve uttered those words out loud to a person not in my isolated circle. And hoo boy, while… Keep reading…A matter of time…
February. Week 100. I am so goddamn tired. After a suspiciously long lull in the Bad! News! Every! Where! when it comes to our limited bubble (because fuck the world at large), everything hits in a matter of a week. But even in the age of INFORMATION OVERLOAD, details are scarce, because who needs to know what’s ACTUALLY going on? FNEH. I finally went in for my annual physical Here’s a List of Problems I… Keep reading…Wait a little bit longer…