I haven't had it, but I'm living a near-complete hermit lifestyle. Think I'd willingly take Covid (and working in the office every day) for the cancer. But I haven't managed to work out the details on that trade, though.

Timelies all!

My mom is back home after being in the hospital for over a week.(She had an UTI, which messed with her stomach. Plus someone did something wrong when they put in either an iv or a port, and she had a reaction to that) Unfortunately, spending that much time in bed made her legs weaker, so she can't stand up even for a short amount of time. Sigh...

Yeah, I've been exposed to Covid so many times and haven't gotten it, and I'm tested pretty regularly so I don't think it could have snuck by. I have also logged so much time on planes and in airports over all of this time.

Had an interesting therapy session today. It was lighter than most, which, I touched on headlines, and we've discussed my avoidance of unfiltered news and she has agreed that's wise, and mentioned that some of her older women patients have been panicky about SS and Medicare and prescriptions, and stopped herself on the point of expressing a personal opinion. I spread my hands, palms down, in opposing circles and reassured her with an earnest look and, "You're in a safe space..." Cracked her up.

DH drove me and we took a little drive after the appointment. We skirted the rain, mostly, though we did get a few icy drops on the windshield. This evening was rolling thunder, flashing lightning and pounding rain. Exhilarating. Supper was fresh shaved roast beast sammiches with horseradish, black pepper, and melted cheese, with sliced apple, carrot, and young celery with cottage cheese.

My tailbone is still cranky, but getting better. It could improve a little faster, I wouldn't mind.

This evening was rolling thunder, flashing lightning and pounding rain. Exhilarating.

The best. I love a good storm when I don't have to go anywhere. I'm sorry about the slow recovery on the tailbone. It is a very tricky spot for healing.

Good morning peeps in similar time zones! I slept well according to my watch. Restless and having to get up a couple times during the night, but for me a 70 score is fabulous. Often I feel I am like the dog who doesn't learn that eating pieces of tennis ball makes him sick. If I don't eat or drink wine after 7 PM, and indulge in herb and sleep time tea I sleep well. If I drink wine and eat snacks in the evening I sleep like crap. This result is almost 100% consistent. But do I learn? Oh well, trying to teach this old dog new tricks.

Human barometer news: a weather front is moving is, and my knees ache and my right hip is made entirely out of fire. I don't care for that shit at all.

Yesterday I had an almost-migraine spring up out of nowhere and then I glanced outside to see the clouds rolling in. (Aging past 45: do not recommend.)

I went to yoga class last night despite my hip being made of fire, because I needed to show my hip who's the boss. (Spoiler: it was my hip. My hip was the boss. Although it feels better today, so I guess yoga helped.)

I'm feeling burned out at work, things aren't going well personally, and the news is full of jaw-dropping levels of corruption and malice in the federal government. It seems like it just keeps getting harder to make it through each day.

It seems like it just keeps getting harder to make it through each day.

I’m trying to reduce my news consumption and focus on aspects of my life that I can control, hoping that this too will eventually pass. My stress level is at an all-time high. Which reminds me that I really should go swim before the sun is over the pool.

I am with you, Gud. Everything is a struggle, more so than usual