Oh dear, Parker! Sending ~ma
'Why We Fight'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
Much ~ma for Ken and also you.
Staying calm and asking what he needs is correct action. Privately I am screaming in texts elsewhere.
Understandable on both counts. I hope all is well.
Oh, dear, that is not how that was supposed to go at all, amyp. Definitely glad to hear no injuries and being observed to confirm that holds.
In my very much more workaday news, I finished and sent off my project, woo-hoo! Now awaiting feedback. Glad to get that ball lobbed out of my court for now.
Now I want to make some dinner and watch the latest Last of Us. That's about as ambitious as my evening gets.
It has been a sad couple of days for my northern family and community. A women I went to elementary school with came home from her daily walk over the weekend to find her husband had shot himself. She is the same age as me and super active. Hiked over 1000 miles last year in the Adirondack region, local librarian since retiring from being postmaster. Involved in all kinds of stuff including hosting my monthly book club where we snowbirds participate via zoom. Her husband, who I really didn't know, was more the sit at home and not really participate type. Her thousands of pictures of adventures with kids and grandkids rarely included him. Local conjecture was that he was upset over getting a DWI a couple of weeks ago. She and all the family are of course devastated. What do you even say? My heart breaks for her. It is just so very sad. eta: Just read the obit, they were married in 1974 just a couple of years after we all graduated high school. He was a few months younger than me.
Oh, Laura I'm so sorry for her and her family's loss. How terrible.
I’m sorry, Laura.
I hope Ken is ok, amyparker.
Timelies all!
Much ~ma for you and yours, amyparker
Oh wow Laura, how sad.
I uploaded about 100 pictures to a shared photo album, hoping my aunt can identify some of the people.
Walked 10.5 miles today and 45 floors.
Oofdah, lot of running around. This was because I walked to the pharmacy to collect JZ's meds and THEY WERE NOT READY.
That's like a half hour walk one way, so...pharmacists have not been my friend most days over the last two months.
So it turns out in cancer care you're managing a delicate triangle between: 1) pain management; 2) nausea; 3) constipation.
That last one is a muthafuckah because 1 and 2 frequently impinge on 3.
JZ spent a good portion of today arguing with me that she needed to forego solid food forever, and that stuff Alibelle suggested was fairly tasty.
We're in that space where it's not All Clear, but it's no longer In Crisis. Maybe tomorrow.