slightly brighter.

feel a bit better, this morning. it's a legitimate feeling, that my life will never be as good as it was before covid. that is probably true. but i've had a really amazing life up until this point, and i still do. even if it's a little worse, it's still worth it.

i just got really hurt trying to get back to physical activity after lockdown, of course i did, going from nothing to suddenly trying to do what i used to was a bad idea and i'm sure i'm not the only one who tried this and got hurt. i'm almost recovered, i can schedule some work for the rest of the week and get moving again, slowly and carefully, it's okay that this happened. it'll get better.

i'm not sure adopting a cat is the best idea right now though. we'll see how the interview goes, maybe? i committed to being here for stanley in april (a friend's rescue pitbull who's having some really difficult behavioral issues) so i need to consider him first.

appearances

must go check on my bike, but just wanted to say, i found a netflix show called "skin decisions" or something like that, where this plastic surgeon and her aesthetician buddy spend ungodly amounts of expense beautifying their subjects with all the latest technology. i watched one episode and it made me feel much better to see that that even with so much at their disposal, super fancy sugar thread fillers and fancy pants collagen boosting lasers and all the bells and whistles, the results were relatively minimal and discreet. unless it is something major like a post-natal tummy tuck, you can't really see much difference. sigh.

i am a little disheartened that they said the average age for a face lift is 45. !!!!! holy shit. I'm 45. at least my current feeling of freak-out is... exceedingly common? wow. damn. is this something i should be considering? uuhhhhhzhurp?