Magnetic notebook! These things are like magic.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Grief, any type, is so weird and debilitating. A very old friend passed yesterday, and all of us who knew him are flailing. My life wouldn't be what it is today if I hadn't met him.
At work I've taken to keeping a daily to do list in word open at all times. It is saved by the date, I update it frequently marking things out and making progress notes. Each morning yesterday’s gets copied to a blank doc and all things completely marked out are deleted. Then it’s saved as the new date. I think I have 4-5 months of these now.
I have been reading a lot lately on how high-masking smart neurodivergent women just FALL THE FUCK APART during perimenopause because all of the coping mechanisms we've been using since puberty were built on a foundation of mostly reliable hormone levels, which, as it turns out, were pretty important for day-to-day functioning.
Seriously, just @ me next time.
Right? Perimen sucks and it's getting worse. The night sweats are awful. It's really more like night dampness before dawn but I rarely get back to sleep in good time.
(preaching to the choir) grief is exhausting and nonsensical.
And goes on.
Right? Perimen sucks and it's getting worse.
I am going to be 53 in 4 months, and if my period doesn't go away soon, I will lose my fucking mind. I'm not using it! I don't need it! This is ridiculous.
For those who will be celebrating Sunday's, um, event I came across this recipe for deviled tater tots. I know there are some who really enjoy tater tots.
You mean my birthday, Todd? I like tater tots :)
Those tots sound wonderful, if someone else would make them for me.
Huh, I hadn't considered that perimenopause could be in the mix (I figured pandemic fog, work stress, and grief were the main culprits), but count me among those who have realized recently that I absolutely have to write things down immediately. If I don't, it's a tossup as to whether I'll remember it, forget it immediately, mostly forget it but be haunted by a lingering sense that I'm forgetting something, or remember it three weeks later when the deadline for doing the thing is long past. (I'm very good at that last one.)
Oooh, potatoes.