This coming Monday will mark 900 days that Jon & I have been masking whenever indoors with others, aside from two jaunts to a restaurant after being vaccinated (before the variants started to be an issue). At this point we don’t see that ever stopping, but like with chronic illness, we keep having to remindContinue reading “Coming up on 900 days”
Tomorrow will be solstice – specifically summer on my side of the world. Official maximum tilt will be at 5:13 am, 19 minutes before sunrise where I am. I’m not necessarily a sun-lover, but this year it feels important to honor the way the earth turns and swoops along its orbit, so I’m going toContinue reading “A Day Before Solstice”
800. Eight-freaking-hundred. (CW pandemic, death, loss of a parent) ….. We’ve been struggling with this nightmare of a disease for so long that I’ve been taking significant precautions for 800 days. Aside from two dining events, in the two weeks after we were considered fully vaccinated, and one dr’s appointment, we’ve been avoiding events andContinue reading “800 Days”
CW for inadvertent self-harm …… ugh. ugh ugh ugh. Once again I have stabbed myself with my own fingernail and got deep enough that the divot I somehow dig out of me wouldn’t stop bleeding for a while. This is why, in the time before 2020, I’d go to nail salons. It wasn’t necessarily toContinue reading “Today, in monthly sacrifices…”
CW: pandemic musings As of today, 666 days. My heart beats. The dogs murmur in their sleep. Cold floats around the windows. And outside, a devil of a virus churns through the population. 666 days of hiding from this awful thing, because apparently there’s no fighting it. After years of successfully missing it, many ofContinue reading “Day 666”
I honestly don’t know what I was imagining this year would hold by the end of 2020.
(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”
Last year, at this exact time (3:45 pm), my boss was telling my team to take anything personal home with us. Closure had not yet been announced at work, but illnesses were escalating dramatically and the situation in Westchester County, NY, was already devastating, to the point where they’d announced a mile-wide “containment zone” aroundContinue reading “Day 365. Holy Cow.”