illness and loneliness.
Nov. 4th, 2024 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafaeryVoted. That was stressful. Sooooo many down-ballot candidates for so many random things. So many oddly worded measures. It took hours.
I am not looking forward to the next few days, politically. Can only cross my fingers that perhaps I'll be pleasantly surprised. Or, looking into moving to Squamish, heh.
Avalanche is on the moon. Willow's old spot. I'll play with her and feed her in a bit. I miss Darwin.
Cooked soooooooo much food, mostly for Josh. Steaks, a pot of chili, veggies, all the things.
Did not get to my mushrooms, my sickly body requested fennel instead. Maybe mushrooms tomorrow. And the last of the bone broth, perhps.
Spent an hour outside in the chilly sunshine, writing from grandma's book. In this section, she went on and on about both her father and her uncle, Albert. It is soooooo sweet. I never had an uncle. It sounds like such a delightful experience. He married but did not have any children. Seems a lot of her family didn't. It makes me feel less alone.
I wish I weren't sick. I want to do silks tomorrow. Will see how I feel in the morning. Unlike Josh, I prefer to avoid exposing others to my illness, even if I would rather be at the gym. Rest and being cooped up at home is boring, but it is also more considerate and kind to the world at large. Maybe the world doesn't always deserve my kindness, though. Maybe not all the time. Maybe I can put myself first once in a while. I don't know. I stayed outside at the coffee shop, writing at a picnic table until my back started to hurt from the odd angle. Maybe I can write more tomorrow, if I'm still sick. Wednesday looks promising for a hike. Maybe a slow, gentle one.
I am not looking forward to the next few days, politically. Can only cross my fingers that perhaps I'll be pleasantly surprised. Or, looking into moving to Squamish, heh.
Avalanche is on the moon. Willow's old spot. I'll play with her and feed her in a bit. I miss Darwin.
Cooked soooooooo much food, mostly for Josh. Steaks, a pot of chili, veggies, all the things.
Did not get to my mushrooms, my sickly body requested fennel instead. Maybe mushrooms tomorrow. And the last of the bone broth, perhps.
Spent an hour outside in the chilly sunshine, writing from grandma's book. In this section, she went on and on about both her father and her uncle, Albert. It is soooooo sweet. I never had an uncle. It sounds like such a delightful experience. He married but did not have any children. Seems a lot of her family didn't. It makes me feel less alone.
I wish I weren't sick. I want to do silks tomorrow. Will see how I feel in the morning. Unlike Josh, I prefer to avoid exposing others to my illness, even if I would rather be at the gym. Rest and being cooped up at home is boring, but it is also more considerate and kind to the world at large. Maybe the world doesn't always deserve my kindness, though. Maybe not all the time. Maybe I can put myself first once in a while. I don't know. I stayed outside at the coffee shop, writing at a picnic table until my back started to hurt from the odd angle. Maybe I can write more tomorrow, if I'm still sick. Wednesday looks promising for a hike. Maybe a slow, gentle one.
