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handful_ofdust) wrote2022-01-01 11:56 am
handful_ofdust) wrote2022-01-01 11:56 am
2022
And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round. Today I got up at 10:00 AM, fixing this once more as the time I'm determined to get up at from now on, in the service of turning my fucking clock around yet again. Things got crazy over the holidays, as they tend to, but all that is over now. Cal is supposed to be back at school by Wednesday, Omicron or not; we'll see, I guess. More likely I'm going to be stuck inside and he is too, while Steve steadfastly ignores what's going on completely. And to be frank I don't care much about the latter, so long as HE mostly stays inside as well, and wears a fucking mask when he doesn't. He does seem to have picked up a couple of clues about just how amazingly depressed I've been recently, resulting in him pitching in with the chores, if nothing else. I'll take it, especially the more-than-occasional vacuuming of the rug before it gets insanely crunchy.
Mom is scared and lonely, for which I can hardly blame her. I still haven't written to my Dad, possibly because I can't figure out what's worth saying. But last night's festivities included an impromptu return to Elementary on the SciFi Channel, a weird but welcome programming decision; Christ, I really do miss that show. Maybe I'll see if Crave has it, and do a re-watch from the beginning. They also included Cal doing a little concert for us, and me making fries from scratch for him in the new air fryer Mom got us. (He liked them, a lot.) Steve ran the Christmas Log channel. Etc.
Anyhow. I have a 15,000-word deadline set for the end of January, plus a book to edit (Dark is Better, all laid out at last). I want to jump-start a bunch of stuff. I want to write, and write, and write. I want to believe I'm only responsible for what I can BE responsible for. It's enough to get on with.
Mom is scared and lonely, for which I can hardly blame her. I still haven't written to my Dad, possibly because I can't figure out what's worth saying. But last night's festivities included an impromptu return to Elementary on the SciFi Channel, a weird but welcome programming decision; Christ, I really do miss that show. Maybe I'll see if Crave has it, and do a re-watch from the beginning. They also included Cal doing a little concert for us, and me making fries from scratch for him in the new air fryer Mom got us. (He liked them, a lot.) Steve ran the Christmas Log channel. Etc.
Anyhow. I have a 15,000-word deadline set for the end of January, plus a book to edit (Dark is Better, all laid out at last). I want to jump-start a bunch of stuff. I want to write, and write, and write. I want to believe I'm only responsible for what I can BE responsible for. It's enough to get on with.
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*hugs*
This music video made me think of you.
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