Good morning from another day in retirement community semi-lockdown. Over 37 independent living residents are positive that’s 1/4 of the residents. My mother doesn’t want me walking around the campus because we don’t want them to test me in case it made me cancel my return flight. So we’ve been driving offsite each day to do errands or watching tv. Last night she and I played some scrabble. A good relaxing vacation all said.

Hope everyone has an enjoyable Saturday.

Atropa, so glad your dad is going home.

I'm sorry about the Covid complications, msbelle. It sounds at least restful.

Had brunch with Pix and Drew, so I am counting it as a very good day. We had sunshine after several blustery days so it was delightful to see the ocean with lovely companions.

Had brunch with Pix and Drew, so I am counting it as a very good day. We had sunshine after several blustery days so it was delightful to see the ocean with lovely companions.

How delightful, for all of you!

Glad to hear good news about your dad, Atropa.

Yay for Buffista get togethers!

msbelle, fingers crossed you get home safely and without COVID.

I am not going home for Xmas. So now I need to think about what to do here. I have some stuff I need to do around the apartment. Need to schedule at least a couple of social things, so I don’t just stew in my grief and loneliness.

I miss R very, very, very much.

I was planning to drive to NJ for winter break, so that I'd have my car with me, but I'm just exhausted, so I'm flying instead. Guess I can take the bus if I want to go into NYC, or use my dad's car if he's not using it.

It's Monday morning. I was supposed to be back on site today, but I am staying home because my body isn't working right. Maybe I'll watch some silly tv.

Is it possible to develop a gluten intolerance or lactose intolerance in middle age?

Yes, intolerances can develop out of nowhere at any time, but around the perimenopause time is a big one.

Poking head (again) after skipping (yet again), and being sorry for it (always, not just again), to post my usual-in-these-strange-times assurance of us being as OK as possible.

Well, other than PiBoy breaking his wrist (or, to be more exact, his arm, very close to his wrist) today playing soccer.

Thankfully, he is in very little pain now (earlier it was worse, that's why the school called us to pick him up early). He has a cast (for three weeks) and a sling (for the next couple of days), and a blossoming hope for reduced homework for the next few weeks, because the broken bone is in his right hand, and he is right-handed, so all in all right now it seems I'm taking this much harder than him (I'm still in the phase of "Oh, please, let it be me who has to suffer through this instead of him!" attempts of bargaining with whichever deity is willing to listen. So far, nobody seems to take me up on that offer).

Pi+Girl already wrote something on his sling (the top of his cast is of a material that can't be written on, so that's the compromise), and I wonder how frustrated he's going to be when he tries to use the computer (he uses the mouse with his right hand) or his beloved requring-two-hands hobby of speedcubing (um, with cubes like Rubik's cube. That's how he calls it, in the English word, I have no idea how it's called in actual English), so all is all, we are, like I wrote at th top of my post, as OK as possible.

(And I can't help but think and feel, while wishing I could prevent pain and suffering and showering-with-a-nylon-bag-strapped-to-his-arm from him, that so many have it so so much worse. I'm grateful that it's a relatively minor injury, and that he got treated properly from the beginning, and that hopefully all will be even better than the current as-OK-as-possible-now. All those mixed feeling. Sigh.)

(Sorry about the meMeME. I know it's neither polite nor fair to post and run, and I definitely wish all possible good things all around, too! Just without the words or the specifics. General good vibes all around. Oh, and hopefully a as-OK-as-possible Monday for all!)

I’m not sure when I developed lactose intolerance, but I discovered it in my early 40s after my parents started using lactase.

Laura, feel better!

I miss R very, very, very much.

I’m please to report that yesterday I made a list of things I do *not* miss about R, as well as the worst things they did that I do not want to forget, and today I am back to “if I’d stood up for myself sooner, we likely would have broken up sooner.” Trying to just watch my brain and heart do their gymnastics without letting impulsiveness drive.