Hi friends in the shiny box. This year is hard.
Anya ,'Potential'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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Hi Pix! Hugs. Glad you made it safely to your destination (I assume, I would think you would mention if anything else happened)
This year is the hardest, Pix. I'm struggling just to get through it, and the new medication I'm on is making me permanently nauseous (with bonus vomiting occasionally). I usually love Christmas, and this year I would just like to sleep right through it.
Sending everyone hugs and love and care. I'm off today, so I'm going to sip diet ginger ale and try to finish cards. Whee.
Oh, Amy, I so hoped that would get better! I'm sorry.
Hi Pix! Hugs. This year is super hard. I’m so sick of being alone. Dropping off cookies for all my friends last night was fun but also hammered home the “you’re alone and don’t get to see these people or hug them” part. :(
Also work has been bananas.
Amy that’s a miserable feeling, I’m so sorry! I hope it wears off soon or you can try another Ked.
First, my condolences for both sj's and David's losses. I'm so sorry. This year is just so brutal. Secondly, {{{Amy}}}.
Yes, I got here safely last Sunday. The plane was half empty and the terminal deserted, which was good — I've been staying in an Airbnb since so I'm not taking any chances being around my dad. I've met him (heavily masked) at the bank twice to deal with some of the financial stuff and took a rapid Covid test yesterday (negative), but I've otherwise just been trying to deal with school stuff and isolating. Today's my last day of classes, at least. I'll take another rapid test on Sunday, and if that also comes back negative, I'll pack up and move to my dad's place after that. Stuff with him is...complicated. I'm glad I came (I really needed to), but yeah.
I'm supposed to fly back on Christmas, but now ND and I are trying to figure out if that's still a good idea — I mean, none of this is a good idea, but I don't have all of my second-semester school stuff, so I can't stay here indefinitely. I'd decided to fly Christmas day because I figured that was the least busy travel day, and I'm worried if I postpone it will be even worse. Argh. Just a lot of bad choices. I had to come out and I need to go back at some point, but SoCal is a freaking disaster.
Not looking for advice or even hairpats; I just wanted to give an update.
I usually love Christmas, and this year I would just like to sleep right through it.
I don't give a single damn about Christmas, but I'm still doing some holiday stuff because Tim likes it, and relationships are about compromise, and honestly, baking Christmas cookies is a pretty decent compromise because, hey, cookies.
I had a physical this morning, and Awesome Doctor asked me how I was, and I said, "Honestly, by 2020 standards, pretty good. I just ignore all the stress." And he said, "Oh, stress? What's that?" I told him I can't imagine being a health care professional right now, and he sighed and said "Already 6 positive Covid tests just this morning. I've stopped asking them if they're following precautions, because they always say shit like 'Oh, I went to a poker game with my buddies, that's all,' or 'There weren't THAT many people at Thanksgiving dinner'." I would be a terrible doctor, because I would just want to punch those people in the neck.
I would be a terrible doctor, because I would just want to punch those people in the neck.
Did y'all see that article about being a wedding photographer in Texas these days? I would for sure be punching people.
Sending you strength, Pix. Dealing with a beloved parent who is beginning to show the signs of age is so hard. And with COVID on top of it... I'm sorry.
If it wasn't for the kids, Steph (well, relatively speaking, 17 and 23), I wouldn't bother with the tree or anything this year. Which would make it all worse, but I'm out of energy.
And the bakery owner just announced when we'll be closed (for almost a week after Christmas, but then again NYE), and I'm panicking about money now.
This has been a total whine, so a few happy things: my neighbor was listening to Latino music with lots of tuba and accordion while shoveling the other night, and it was delightful. Plus, getting holiday cards always cheers me up.