John Krasinki's second ep of Some Good News will make you smile, if you haven't seen it yet.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Thanks, ladies. :-)
I talked to the meds person (I can't remember if she's a nurse or a PA) and she is going to prescribe hydroxyzine which is an antihistamine that works as anti anxiety and for insomnia. Which is good because all the pollen came down in our yard yesterday so I'll get a triple threat. ' and that Some Good News must have a lot of pollen because my eyes are really watery right now.
Happy birthday, Amy!
Happy birthday, Amy, and belated hugs to Tom. I'm so glad both of you were born and our lives have intersected. How improbable and wonderful!
Happy birthdays Tom and Amy!
JZ, I wish there was something more I could do for you and your family.
Happy Birthday, Amy!
This is also my mom's birthday. Wish I could take her out to dinner, but I'll have to settle for eating pie slices from across the room.
Happy birthday, Amy!
Oh, JZ. I'm so sorry. It would be hard enough under ordinary circumstances, but this is just a big pile of awful on top of that. Be kind to yourself, and know you have been a good daughter. {{hugs}}
I've basically been practicing social isolation my whole life. This is my time.
My mother was saying my aunt sounds better than she's seemed in years! She's been basically at home for decades, and now she's calling people every day, sending letters all over the place, something about everyone else also being home has really energized her.
I came across something that really resonated with me; a woman in Seattle, quarantined with her husband, who was watching a TV show and she started crying:
I cried and said something about missing haircuts and hugging people and grocery stores. I miss people not dying by the thousands. I miss a lot of fucking things, big and small, insignificant and not. I miss feeling hopeful. I don't fucking remember the last time I felt that way, but I'm certain it was sometime during the course of this fucking TV show, a show which felt absurdly dated because it showed people going outside and touching one another.