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flexagonThe world really is twisting as it thaws. It's a lot, as I knew it would be -- not necessarily bad, just a lot. I'm doing a mix of reaffirming old connections, making necessary new connections that were delayed, and nervously watching the Great Mating Frenzy of 2021 kick off in earnest.
For the last week it has been, astonishingly, full-on summer. On Saturday I was industrious (but including chores I would have been scared to do before, and with a break to havemeat_and_breath just casually come over to my house for a bit). I mostly put away my winter clothes and brought out the summer ones, but it seems I don't have this down to a science anymore with all the pandemic changes I've been making to my home. Help me Container Store, you're my only hope! Yes, you, with your seductively beautiful linen storage bins and your luscious array of clothes hangers, c'mere.
On Sunday we had a 12-person outdoor birthday brunch forheisenbug and then an all-vaccinated acro jam in a nearby park. Which meant a ton of social time, which I'm not accustomed to at all anymore. There was even social in between those things, complete with spontaneous wandering to see a burned-down house, and having the Monk over. Drinks with coraline the next day were great, annnnnnd pretty much maxed me out for the week on social.
Acro was glorious though. Getting to hug the Monk, andbolson, and introduce Helios to a few more people, and feel out this strange and wonderful pursuit again! Feeling dreadfully high up when standing on shoulders, sticking a single hand-to-hand and calling it good. Nobody can Russian Roll anymore, but, eh, nobody cares. It just felt so good to be out. It seems we'll keep doing this, with the same little crew plus anyone else we trust, for a while -- at least when it doesn't rain.
Troubles? Sure. I've had weeks of mysterious bleeding which the doctors are now enthusiastically checking out (blood hormones are normal, thyroid is normal, pelvic exam was fine, I guess I'm getting a transvaginal ultrasound next week) and there's a new reorg coming down the pike at work. Leaning out. It's just so hard to care. I should write a certain one-pager but aside from that, meh? "La la la," says my brain, "nothing I do right now will really matter in two weeks anyway. Might as well run around town with my squirrel."
For the last week it has been, astonishingly, full-on summer. On Saturday I was industrious (but including chores I would have been scared to do before, and with a break to have
meat_and_breath just casually come over to my house for a bit). I mostly put away my winter clothes and brought out the summer ones, but it seems I don't have this down to a science anymore with all the pandemic changes I've been making to my home. Help me Container Store, you're my only hope! Yes, you, with your seductively beautiful linen storage bins and your luscious array of clothes hangers, c'mere.On Sunday we had a 12-person outdoor birthday brunch for
heisenbug and then an all-vaccinated acro jam in a nearby park. Which meant a ton of social time, which I'm not accustomed to at all anymore. There was even social in between those things, complete with spontaneous wandering to see a burned-down house, and having the Monk over. Drinks with coraline the next day were great, annnnnnd pretty much maxed me out for the week on social. Acro was glorious though. Getting to hug the Monk, and
bolson, and introduce Helios to a few more people, and feel out this strange and wonderful pursuit again! Feeling dreadfully high up when standing on shoulders, sticking a single hand-to-hand and calling it good. Nobody can Russian Roll anymore, but, eh, nobody cares. It just felt so good to be out. It seems we'll keep doing this, with the same little crew plus anyone else we trust, for a while -- at least when it doesn't rain.Troubles? Sure. I've had weeks of mysterious bleeding which the doctors are now enthusiastically checking out (blood hormones are normal, thyroid is normal, pelvic exam was fine, I guess I'm getting a transvaginal ultrasound next week) and there's a new reorg coming down the pike at work. Leaning out. It's just so hard to care. I should write a certain one-pager but aside from that, meh? "La la la," says my brain, "nothing I do right now will really matter in two weeks anyway. Might as well run around town with my squirrel."
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Date: 2021-05-28 05:11 pm (UTC)Yeah, I feel that way too - I feel like I'm trying to re-find the balance of being social/not, especially as it's been outdoor dining weather here and we have more fully-vaccinated friends now. It's interesting to have feelings that are familiar to me but that I definitely didn't have at all for most of 2020 due to circumstances. Like the "whoa, we've been eating out a lot this week and restaurant meals are SO SALTY and I feel like I need to do some cooking at home and eat a bunch of vegetables" feeling; I definitely had that feeling recently for the first time in a long time!