(the title is the CW.) It’s my true father’s birthday later this week. It took me a while to figure out that this is why I’ve been so tired, so angry, so unable to do things. Because grief is weird, & for me, every time it swells it decides to do something new, just toContinue reading “Landscape of Grief”
CW: Death I remember the day I dreamt that Paul died. I remember in the dream it was after sunset, a smear of orange still on the horizon. I remember him shot, bleeding, him leaning on me heavily as I tried to get him away from the people who casually took him from us, strugglingContinue reading “Griefstorming”
Late yesterday our wee family got a bit of bad news. CN: discussing non-pandemic illness & crisis responses along with general pandemic & quarantine stuff. . First thing to note is that it’s not us – we’re all fine – but it’s very close to us. Second is that it’s not COVID, but it’s definitelyContinue reading “Day 310, at a bit of a loss”
“People elsewhere are yelling about how horrible it is that state governments are headed for the oh-so-frequently-predicted-earlier-in-the-year second lockdown. Because it’s “cancelling Thanksgiving” or “cancelling Christmas.”
Okay, this is pretty miserable. Went to my gorgeous niece’s birthday party this past weekend. Lucky us, it happened to be scheduled during a brief pause between when Jon was recovering from a nasty bug (it’s been going around his office) and when I was coming down with it. But the “coming down with it”Continue reading “Norovirus + Cold”
Welp, things are again changing dramatically over here. Jon and I are moving out of Houston, back to the East Coast, back to snowier climes. Which we’re thrilled about. *confetti* *dancing* This has been cause for much celebration by friends and family in the northeast, and not so much from friends and family here inContinue reading “Spring Cleaning – The Moving Version”
I imagine this as a test. “If you had only 36 hours left in the lifestyle you currently know, what would you do?” It’s in me to have pretty melodramatic reactions to shit. It’s a useful trait in a writer, after all, and a hella convenient one for a project manager in a dysfunctional organization.Continue reading “The Day Before”
Such a great guy. Such a huge loss.