And I'm still trying to do "Meatless Mondays" when I can, so I checked the nearby vegan restaurant's menu, thinking I might treat myself to takeout for dinner. Then I see they're closed Mondays. How does that happen, when Meatless Monday is still a thing?

I'm sorry so much Stuff is going on for so many people.

I am glad I "got" to do more like a Cologuard test -- no prep, but you do have to collect your own fecal sample.....

Glad to hear from you, Toddson!

Hoping for the best for your DP, Jen.

msbelle, I was thinking about mac on his birthday and wondering if this was 21! Sorry he is such a trial.

The word of the day for the foreseeable future is resolve.

This is me, right behind you, with whatever support feels right.

And, y'all! msbelle is an absolute champion. CHAMPION. She came down from Balto to help me get into the new apartment. I've been so emotionally fraught about all this, it was such a blessing to have someone with a great sense of humor...and a natural gene for organization...supporting me.

I've done some stuff to make the space livable. Last night wigged me pretty hard because it was not comfortable to breathe. Not terrible, but also not nothing.

Spoke to the enviro guy today. He significantly calmed my fears...at least for now. And, the maintenance dude changed the furnace filter, which had a huge effect. Then again, I have every window and door opened with the fan running non-stop.

Enviro guy suggested that I was making myself crazy with the VOC meter. He is correct about that, so I put it away.

Two good things: Cagney has been a wonder through this whole thing. On the road, he adapted better than I ever could have expected. He was universally loved, natch. So that helped.

Last night, I watched the first sunset I've seen in, an age, from my balcony. And, at noon, listened to the bells of the Basilica, which is right out the window.

I really want this to work out.

no medical oncology follow-up

A vegan restaurant closed on Mondays seems like counterprogramming to this vegan!

Nothing like being told you cannot have a thing to make you want only that thing desperately, Epic.

Glad you are recovering Todd. Good to see you.

Man, we are collectively going through some things. I am on my phone and cannot meara.

I did learn that a banana mixed with an egg does not mimic pancakes and even my dog will look at me with massive wtf before finally consuming. I ate scrambled eggs. I still have gross aftertaste. And itchy mouth. Bananas are really off the menu.

Long Covid really does have stupid, random ‘spin the wheel for fun new issues.’

Can’t keep salt in my blood. Can’t eat bananas or avocados (even with my trusty Benedryl) anymore. At least not while everything else is blooming and it’s allergy season.

Glad you are settled in, bee. And sometimes we need people to tell us when we are doing things that are making us crazy. My phone thought perhaps sometimes we needed porpoises to tell us this as well. And maybe we also need them. Who the hell knows these days.

Oh msbelle, I wish this didn't sound so familiar to my experience. I do hope he gets a clue soon.

An abundance of ~ma for a good recovery and best results for DP.

And ~ma for sj's family and Papa.

I really want this to work out.

Indeed. It sounds like a really lovely location.

Long Covid really does have stupid, random ‘spin the wheel for fun new issues.’

Can’t keep salt in my blood. Can’t eat bananas or avocados (even with my trusty Benedryl) anymore.

I feel you. New lactose intolerance over here (annoying but manageable). Reduced exercise capacity was improving, and then after Easter (which was a day-long shindig at BiL's and SiL's house starting with brunch at 11 and going through 6-ish), I was out of energy spoons for literally the entire fucking next week (which was all last week), which fucking sucks. I'm still trying to figure out where my limits are, and how to compensate (if I even can).

It sounds like a really lovely location.

The boons outweigh the drawbacks; no guest parking, for instance.

The Metro is so close...along with freight trains...go right under my window. I find that sound soothing really. And, during the day, I can hear the screams of kids at school just across the way. But that, too, is enjoyable.

So far, no weed smell, which...with respect to those who indulge...is a huge improvement over the last building. And, weirdly, I was on the listserv for that place this whole time. I dodged many bullets...in one case, in reality. It turned into the wild west over there almost as soon as I left.

I'm trying to find meaning in the struggle. I will, because that is my way, but right now, I could just use some rest and a clear breath.