Happy π Day!

Happy π Day!

Yay! I normally make quiche, but today I think I will just make pizza because I made sauce yesterday. That counts.

Tim has a doctor appointment later this morning for his spinal curvature, so he's home and up at the same time as me, and I forgot that while I need like 3 hours of caffeine and silence in the morning, he just! keeps! talking! at! me! I would stab him, but I haven't had enough caffeine for that kind of hand-eye coordination.

in the morning, he just! keeps! talking! at! me! I would stab him, but I haven't had enough caffeine for that kind of hand-eye coordination.

Normally, I'd provide an alibi for all your stabbing needs, but that dang guy is too fucking adorbs in every way for me to do that. Sorry, my friend.

We have a stand-up at 8a at work that just started this week that is completely borking my morning pool routine... and I think the reasons for doing it can actually be accomplished with a Slack check-in thread that will take about two minutes ef everyone's time per day instead of fifteen (and leave a written trail, which can be useful for assessing one's own progress), so I'm going to make a suggestion today. I get the logic of the whole Agile thing, but... all separate projects! No sprint!

But mostly, it's messing up my mornings.

On the other hand, it could be another sign that I really just need to, ahem, lean in, to going for full-time Freelance Free-range Jen. Face the fear and do it anyway? Perhaps.

in the morning, he just! keeps! talking! at! me! I would stab him, but I haven't had enough caffeine for that kind of hand-eye coordination.

My sincerest sympathy. (although Jen does have a valid point)

In no one is going to pity me news, I have been enjoying going over to the beach by myself and having some relax and recline and enjoy the sights and sounds time. Sunday my SIL, MIL and 2 and 9 year old nephews joined me. Not at all relaxing. MIL, who I love, talked nonstop, and kids, well kids. MIL scolding them, while SIL was way more chill. I was exhausted rather than renewed.

Probably need a lot of caffeine to be able to kill him with your mind. Which is probably a good thing, in a general way, but frustrating I'm sure.

I am in the office! The drive in was tenser than usual what with the atmospheric river. It's rare that I glance at my speedometer and am surprised by how slowly I'm going on the freeway

I feel your pain, Steph. Let me eat and drink something. Let me spin up slowly.

When I was at the desk job the fact that the first human I actually had to engage with handed me food and/or coffee was very helpful.

Wake up, walk dog, avoid eye contact on subway… after an hour, food and/or coffee.

Sooo, tired. I just don't adapt well to time change. I'm going to take a nap, which means I will probably stay up too late, which means tomorrow I will be sooo tired again. This is not a great pattern. Yet, tired. Need nap.

I feel your pain, Steph. Let me eat and drink something. Let me spin up slowly.

It didn't help that I woke up with a migraine and took my meds for it, which worked to get rid of it (Ubrelvy my beloved) but always leaves me feeling like my brain has been replaced by dirty socks, so when Tim talks AT me, it's even more maddening/boggling.

Tim's spinal curvature is quite marked and it keeps progressing. The doctor he met with didn't come right out and say "Surgery is the only option here," but that was the gist of the conversation. Tim was really hoping for a non-surgical option like a brace, but surgery is really the only option to improve his quality of life. He's gotten more and more limited as to what he can do, physically -- even walking 1/2 to 3/4 of a mile is impossible now.

The doctor wants Tim to get a CT scan and DEXA scan (he had an MRI recently and he got an X-ray today) and follow up in 6 weeks. I will be very very surprised if he doesn't have surgery before Memorial Day.

I feel bad for him, because surgery sucks, and he just had lung surgery, and had heart surgery in 2020. But it's better to have this surgery now, when he's still comparatively young and the recovery will be easier. And then that gives him his life back so he can go hiking and camping and taking walks around the neighborhood (and, frankly, I told him, "I'm afraid that fucking will break you in half, and I don't want that on my conscience!" [that's only about 30% a joke, unfortunately]).

I don't know why all of his parts have decided to stop working properly, but at least it's the 21st century and they can be fixed (or if not totally fixed, at least managed). If you had asked me 17 years ago which one of us was going to need 3 surgeries in 3 years and which one of us would just keep trundling along, I would not have picked the way it's turned out, I tell you what.