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Work, kitten, shovel, clean, make dinner, read embarrassing literature, repeat. Try to schedule social time with limited success, and feel both saddened and relieved when I don't, because that means I get to hang out on the couch with Light and all the cats.

I'm hanging in there. I feel isolated, but I think it's a little bit deliberate, I'm not as good about returning emails as I could be, and I'm mostly using facebook to play word games, to say nothing of the livejournal. I feel like I've spent a lot of time hunkered down these past 18 months, but I think it's almost all wisely done. I'm still full of angst and dread and social anxiety and inability to deal with thoughts of mortality but I'm tamping them down as tightpack as I can, because I can't think of what else to do.

But there is wildly good things in the world, lovely visitors from out of town and from down the road, a brandy new kitten who very well might end up thinking her name is Crazypants. I got a rocking ice chopper from my little brother for my birthday, the condo association acquired a snow blower. We made something called chocolate seitan pie (which is actually a shepherds pie with unsweetened chocolate in it) and it was actually really good. There's a Kris Delmhorst concert next week, and a warm bed in what is probably an absurdly short period of time. I'm trying to rock 33, and maybe I just need a little ramp up time.

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Work, kitten, shovel, clean, make dinner, read embarrassing literature, repeat. Try to schedule social time with limited success, and feel both saddened and relieved when I don't, because that means I get to hang out on the couch with Light and all the cats.

I'm hanging in there. I feel isolated, but I think it's a little bit deliberate, I'm not as good about returning emails as I could be, and I'm mostly using facebook to play word games, to say nothing of the livejournal. I feel like I've spent a lot of time hunkered down these past 18 months, but I think it's almost all wisely done. I'm still full of angst and dread and social anxiety and inability to deal with thoughts of mortality but I'm tamping them down as tightpack as I can, because I can't think of what else to do.

But there is wildly good things in the world, lovely visitors from out of town and from down the road, a brandy new kitten who very well might end up thinking her name is Crazypants. I got a rocking ice chopper from my little brother for my birthday, the condo association acquired a snow blower. We made something called chocolate seitan pie (which is actually a shepherds pie with unsweetened chocolate in it) and it was actually really good. There's a Kris Delmhorst concert next week, and a warm bed in what is probably an absurdly short period of time. I'm trying to rock 33, and maybe I just need a little ramp up time.