Happy Birthday, Erika!

Dylan had lunch with a friend on Friday who called Saturday to say she'd tested positive for covid, so we're in the waiting to see if anything develops phase. I hope not, when we're THIS CLOSE to the new boosters and have fun travel scheduled soon.

Look at it this way, you'll have immunity for your trip one way or another?

I'm taking a break halfway through assembling my second Adirondack chair in two days. I like the feeling of accomplishment, but not the splinters and sore joints. Still, I am determined to have outdoor seating by tomorrow!

And I can't just send you out with the Cadillac of Nail Guns to take care of those problems

He means Lexus

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Look at it this way, you'll have immunity for your trip one way or another?

True, but I'm still hoping to keep up my covid-free record. (As far as I know--I did have one nasty cold in winter 2021 at a point where tests were pretty scarce that I couldn't guarantee you wasn't it.)

I feel bad for anyone who has to deal with hangry me today. I cannot brane for anything.

He ain't know that, but that's okay, t. Would be a good time for it...my hair is perfect right now.(even if my father, on the few occasions he sees me, seems mystified that I keep it this way.) In "The Deadwood Bible" that I just got from Java, Jim Beaver talked about having to play the loss of a wife and child so soon after his wife Cecily died. People were kind of like "Milch, that insensitive prick," because he had his moments and stuff and because they knew that, like, he went to extra trouble to *put that in*--Beaver viewed it as a gift--to get to use his pain and have a record of it, because he hoped that not a lot of actors had the experience that he'd just had. I found that touching.

I feel bad for anyone who has to deal with hangry me today.

My hangry times are most unpleasant. I hope you can distract yourself and/or nap to pass the starving time.

I put DH on a plane home today. He has to meet his new basketball players and do team meetings and such. He'll fly back Sunday. Left on a full charge but did a round trip to Albany with 10 miles left when I got home. Livin' on the edge here. Brendon is so weird. He didn't get someone to pick him up at the airport and decided to take the city bus since they go right by the condo. Took 2 buses, then an Uber the last 3 miles. He said it was fast and easy. Alas, he found the condo at 83 degrees so he turned off the A/C in case it has frozen up. He'll deal. We knew we would have to replace it at some point. This may be the time.

Yes, I immediately fell asleep after posting.

Happy Birthday, erika!

David, I'm sorry about the extended family portion of funeral planning. At this time it seems natural to want to keep such things small and intimate. I confess we didn't even hold a memorial sevice for StE, though many of his friends said they wanted to come to one. I told several of them they were welcome to plan and hold one for him as they chose. DH, StY and I had one of our own on StE's next birthday, just privately.

I know I'm a fiercer introvert than most, and decidedly more than you, but comforting others is not a thing I do well in the midst of my own loss, though their grief impels me to comfort. It's an energy I don't have at such times.

My therapist is a jewel. She's always interested in what I have to say about what I'm feeling, she may offer a different POV. But she has no investment in my life, no expectations, so it's always easy to do conversational drift with her about things either odd or deferred or boot of iron that I've found impossible to ponder to any sort of resolution. I wish you such a person when you are ready. And meanwhile, solace where you can take it, and strength to get through this, right now.