Today is my Friday and it’s only half a day and I’m working from home.

Flight out at 5:30 to Austin to stay with cousin and attend Austin City Limits Festival on Fri, Sat, and Sun. I don’t fly back until Tuesday afternoon so I have some built in chill and recover time. Am excited.

I’ve checked in for flight, activated my festival wristband and linked it with a credit card for purchases.

I still need to finish packing, do my work for the day, and go over all the things with Mac. He’s fed the dogs and given insulin already so that is good. He knows their routine. He met the neighbor who can help with the dogs and who has a key and I’m leaving him with everyone’s phone number. Should be fine.

All I want to do is listen to music of the artists who will be playing that I’ve never heard of to get my schedule figured out oh and knit. I’d love to listen to music and knit until 2:30 or do, but that is not in the cards.

Okay, so the stick-the-lung-to-your-chest-wall procedure is less of a "procedure" and more of a full-blown thoracic surgery. They don't have to crack Tim's chest open; they can go through the ribcage laparoscopically. But it's still surgery. I'm not sure how long Tim will have to be in the hospital after the surgery; hopefully only a few days. And then he has to be out of work for 2 weeks after that.

Last I heard, the surgery will be Friday. I've already juggled things around with work, and now I'm going to see if I can find a housecleaner who can come tomorrow to clean the main areas (living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom -- but not the bedroom or the horror known as the office).

I'm pretty sure I'm more freaked out than Tim is. Mostly, though, I'm super super super exhausted.

That's a lot. Sending vibes of... whatever you need most .moment-by-momemt.

Oof, hang in there, Steph.

Good luck, Epic.

I haven't posted much in a while, but I've lurked and commiserated quietly. Not much new here. Just getting older and achier.

Same, right?

My big brass band festival is this weekend, so all I want to do is plan outfits and look at the weather. Alas.

Oh goodness Steph. Hope all goes well and you get some rest.

Epic! Bad drain! Just heal already and stop draining.

Flight out at 5:30 to Austin to stay with cousin and attend Austin City Limits Festival

Oh! Have a blast!

I'm pretty sure I'm more freaked out than Tim is. Mostly, though, I'm super super super exhausted.

Of course you are. Try and add chill out breaks to your schedule

Okay, so the stick-the-lung-to-your-chest-wall procedure is less of a "procedure" and more of a full-blown thoracic surgery. They don't have to crack Tim's chest open; they can go through the ribcage laparoscopically. But it's still surgery. I'm not sure how long Tim will have to be in the hospital after the surgery; hopefully only a few days. And then he has to be out of work for 2 weeks after that.

Have an amazing, beautiful, entertaining, restorative time, msbelle.

My long Covid fatigue is so bad I want to die. I haven't felt this bad since I had mono in college. I'm trying to finish work that's already late (don't get me started on the bullshit of assigning me articles to edit that have such a tight turnaround time that missing just 1 day means they're overdue), and get a cleaner scheduled, and figure out how I can possibly be helpful to Tim over the next 3 days (and then the 2 weeks after that while he's at home recovering), and I'm just editing while I'm crying, which turns out to actually be a useful skill.

I’m so sorry, Tep. Would Tim’s brothers be able to help through his recovery?