I love you guys and I'm worried about all of us.
Somewhat less about myself, now: new job closed doors to the public and sent everyone with compromised health (including me, thanks asthma) home to WFH until whenever. CEO reassured me that no one's getting laid off and everyone can WFH until this is over. They seem to genuinely care, which almost made me cry.
I'm going to pop into the office tomorrow to pick up a laptop that I didn't think I'd need but I do, and drive-through CVS to get my g-d meds, and then I'm not going farther than my mailbox for the duration. Introvert powers, activate!
May we all get through this safely. May the worst of it be averted.
Hey, Teppy, is there room on the "GODDAMN IT PARENT WHY" bench?
My father went to Ohio last week, to help make sure that church members would be all right now that meetings are stopping for the foreseeable. He lives in Pennsylvania! He is a 75-year-old man who told me two weeks ago that his cancer treatment didn't work! WHY THE SHIT WAS HE IN OHIO?
WHY THE SHIT WAS HE IN OHIO?
That's where stupid-ass fathers congregate?
Super happy about my klonopin prescription right now.
On the one hand, my dad and his ladylove are STAYING THE FUCK HOME. Good job, dad!
On the other hand, he was working on an antenna cable for one of his ham radio towers in the back yard; it snagged on something, he pulled it really hard, and the end WHIPPED INTO HIS FACE.
"It's fine!"
he said.
"I was wearing glasses! The scrape next to my eye just needed a bandaid."
I was fine until my mom told me they don't have a thermometer and I can't find one online to ship to them and so she's just going to "run out to Walgreen's tomorrow to get one." Argh!!!
