Speaking of media, I just found this lovely painting of winter in NC. [link]

Still amazed I handled the crush in 08. Literal at times. Probably because it was super positive and I was responsible for a kid.

I think it was doable for me because it was such a feel good moment. This is not a feel good moment.

The grocery store was packed today, I thought it was everyone buying for the weather but it turns out there was a local foods thing going on and that's why people were there.

I am approved for working from home tomorrow! WHEE!

Guh, I just started feeling really queasy in the last 10 minutes or so and there is no one here to complain to. Oh well, going home, if I feel like crap tomorrow I won't come in.

I have one small focaccia pizza, some cherry tomatoes, and a bag of frozen grapes in my apartment. It better not snow beyond my ability to get out for food tomorrow.

I am blessed by my co-workers. Apparently I didn't turn my lights off all the way this morning, and as I was getting ready to leave tonight, the department head came rushing over and said "Have you been out to your car since you got here? Your parking lights are on." The department head can be scary, but he's been solicitous of me, especially since Hubby died. So he shanghaied another supervisor to hurry out and turn off the parking lights--I don't lock my doors--and waited till I got out there to jump my battery.

That would be wonderful of them if it ended there, but Dept Head wasn't wearing a coat, the temperature up there is in the mid-teens, and there was a wind blowing hard enough to nearly lift the hood of my Jeep off the rod that was holding it up.

I want to be a self-sufficient woman, but dammit, on nights like this I am very grateful to have competent people around who can get things taken care of.

I've decided part of self-sufficiency is taking help from people.

Oh hey, my cat is doing really well on the steroids! I think she's gaining weight and not puking and seeming perkier. Hooray!

Yay hazel!

Yeah, especially with the recent invalidhood and all, reinforced that part of my stubborn independence and self sufficiency is grounded in having a good support network. Even if all it ends up being is rides and texts to ask if I'm alive and need anything. I thought I'd struggle more with asking for help, but when the chips were down and there were no other options...and ok, I didn't REALLY need those peas, but I wanted and she offered.

I'd do the same, and have without thinking anything of it, for the folk I asked for help.

Having a community is lovely. Having one of choice is even more so. And a privilege.

Speaking of media, I just found this lovely painting of winter in NC. [link]

Missing the booze.