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.
Ugh, Dana! I'm sorry.
meara, congrats on the promotion! Sorry about the knee. Knees are full of trouble.
low stakes nun drama is making me happy. I definitely remember hearing about that before but I am delighted to hear about it again!
Tuesday, Tuesday
Really wanna hit the snooze day
How many days until the weekend, weekend?
Yikes. I have another friend who just went to the hospital today with Covid-related breathing issues. Hopefully they can get him some higher-dose steroids and that's all he needs.
Also, my stepdad's mother passed away today (she was 88 and had breast cancer that came out of remission, and she stopped treatment in October because it was too hard on her, so we all knew this was coming, but it's still sad).
Today can stop it, already.
However! Tomorrow I'm getting my hair highlighted for the first time in almost exactly a year, and my hair cut for the first time since July. I can't fucking WAIT.
Breathing~ma for your friend, Tep. Sorry to hear about stepdad's mother.
Teppy, I'm sorry for both of those things.
But yay, haircut! And highlights!
I’m sorry, Steph. But I hope you enjoy your hair treatments.
My hair has completely grown out of its pixie. I have no bangs for the first time in decades. I’m not sure if I’ll go back to bangs when I finally get a cut.
I'm sorry, Teppy.
Had a bone density done today. Low bone mass both sides of my neck. Not a huge surprise since this is the case with most women my age. Need to change up my diet and exercise routine and see if I can make something happen before my doc argues with me about meds.
My hair is long again. Long enough to have to tie it up when I swim or it gets caught in my pits. I wish it would be more gray, but not interested in dealing with color or such things anymore.
Promising news on friend with Covid: the hospital sent him home because they deemed him "not bad enough to keep." So that's a qualified yay on his behalf.
I had pancakes for dinner, and they were very satisfying.
I had half a pbj for dinner last night because there was absolutely nothing in this house--or in my mind, either--that appealed, and I had to take my meds. I can't remember my last pbj. This one was pdgood!
I've been looking at raclette recipes on Pinterest in lieu of eating...I'm currently too heavy to really exercise, so having to start with diet. Sigh.
Confession: Earlier this evening, walking home, I came upon a gigantic unbelievable chonker of a raccoon trundling up a side street in the direction of Haight. The raccoon, naturally, froze and then panicked and then darted under the nearest security gate and into a side alley. And then I spent the next ninety seconds pleading with it to please understand that I didn't want to harm it or poke it or even try to pick it up (without consent, anyway) and that all I wanted was for it to understand how deeply adorable it was, to own it and take pride in it.
The entire time it glared at me with a
please stop making noises at me
stinkeye, until I gave up and went home. I don't think I fooled it for a second; I think it knew the entire time that what I
really
wanted was to convince it to let me snoodle it.
In conclusion, I may be just slightly unbalanced.
(I wouldn't actually snoodle a raccoon. But it's been going on half a century since I last read Farley Mowat, and I'm astonished at how desperately I still WANT to.)