"So thank you or whatever"
Aug. 19th, 2020 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutanturBackspace key healed itself, central AC did not. The ridiculously kind tech came back, fixed it in a way that it will limp along until the end of the season and we'll replace it at some handwavy time before next summer. So, at least I can sleep upstairs and do laundry without the dryer overheating and all that good stuff.
While I have zero faith in the supply chain at the moment, the day my upright freezer is supposed to arrive grows ever closer and I'm very excited. I don't know if this will change anything about my life, and I may just stock it entirely with butter, chocolate chips and almond flour and frozen burrito-type things, but it'll be nice to have the option.
Everyone's losing so many things to the pandemic and not only do I not have to go back to work, I don't even go to work at home, so it feels like all my losses are tiny and things I shouldn't talk about. With the exception of the Things I'm Not Talking About, my life kind of works? I'm alternating super-depressed and listless, I'm not up to a therapeutic level of Lamictal, I don't know what to do with my days or my hands or the pit of anxiety in my stomach, I'm not cooking (I accidentally let danger onions from imperfect produce touch the rest of my onions so now I have no onions). Anhedonia for minimal fun and no profit?
We're still at the point with the puppy where if she wakes up, we take her outside. It works pretty well, but I suspect it also pins at least some of us in place so as not to wake her. The weather's improved enough that it's not awful to take her outside weatherwise, but her desire to eat (not chew, eat) sticks, acorns and rocks gets a little exhausting. At one point, I cracked myself up referring to outs as "paying the puppy price" and I show no signs of stopping referring to it as such. So there's that.
While I have zero faith in the supply chain at the moment, the day my upright freezer is supposed to arrive grows ever closer and I'm very excited. I don't know if this will change anything about my life, and I may just stock it entirely with butter, chocolate chips and almond flour and frozen burrito-type things, but it'll be nice to have the option.
Everyone's losing so many things to the pandemic and not only do I not have to go back to work, I don't even go to work at home, so it feels like all my losses are tiny and things I shouldn't talk about. With the exception of the Things I'm Not Talking About, my life kind of works? I'm alternating super-depressed and listless, I'm not up to a therapeutic level of Lamictal, I don't know what to do with my days or my hands or the pit of anxiety in my stomach, I'm not cooking (I accidentally let danger onions from imperfect produce touch the rest of my onions so now I have no onions). Anhedonia for minimal fun and no profit?
We're still at the point with the puppy where if she wakes up, we take her outside. It works pretty well, but I suspect it also pins at least some of us in place so as not to wake her. The weather's improved enough that it's not awful to take her outside weatherwise, but her desire to eat (not chew, eat) sticks, acorns and rocks gets a little exhausting. At one point, I cracked myself up referring to outs as "paying the puppy price" and I show no signs of stopping referring to it as such. So there's that.
