Day 258, with old holiday habits

CN: Unhealthy work environments, a link to a former animal companion Once upon a time I used to spend Thanksgiving alone on a regular basis. I’d get a cornish hen and some blueberries and napa cabbage and then between checks on work I’d write, and write, and write. The first time it happened, it wasContinue reading “Day 258, with old holiday habits”

Day 201, gray with upcoming nightmare

CW: Pandemic, quarantine, US politics . We’ve had cloudy, rainy weather for the past several days but it feels unreal, like something I’m watching in a movie. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t go out in it or if it’s because I’ve only left the apartment 3x or if it’s because my governmentContinue reading “Day 201, gray with upcoming nightmare”

Day 180, with simultaneous fear and joy

This freaking world is both terrifying and hopeful. I posted this on Facebook, but figure it’s worth repeating publicly. CN: discussion of quarantineAlso, this is long, so if you don’t have the bandwidth to read a lot, skip to the 3rd pgph from the bottom… I did the math and noted that today it isContinue reading “Day 180, with simultaneous fear and joy”

Day 161, with small comforts

Everything is wild and scary and desperate, and I needed a break. So, photos! First, the sweetness of my snugglebug: (img desc: Kizu, a fawn dog with goblin ears, lays her greying muzzle on my pink pants and looks up at me pleadingly, hoping for food.) Even though I’m trapped in the house, there’s someContinue reading “Day 161, with small comforts”

Day 147, with… well, everything.

CW: pandemic, explosions, death, chronic illness One of the aspects of this timeline I’m struggling with right now is having to hold multiple intense emotions at once. The multiple horrors here in America, pandemic-related and too many others. The horrific explosions in Beirut. India’s rising COVID numbers. But someone’s suing the NRA. Protests are notContinue reading “Day 147, with… well, everything.”

Day 136, with both Freedom and Unfreedom

CW: pandemic, fascism, kidnapping, sexual abuse This was going to be a post about feeling freed from a long burden. About the moment where you know, really deep in your gut know, that your abuser can never, ever touch you again. That kind of freedom. But given that people in Portland Oregon are being snatchedContinue reading “Day 136, with both Freedom and Unfreedom”