i did say almost
So I didn't manage to post anything Thursday or Friday, and then Saturday - it's always harder for me to do anything actively online on weekends. I can just about manage passively reading everything on my various lists but that's pretty much it. Anyway it was my turn to do the grocery shopping this weekend, and Himself took the prince over to grandma's for a little masked leaf-raking and apparently some tech support while I was out; they were still there when I got home, but while I was putting things away they came in the door and told me on their walk back the cheering from inside most or all of the houses they passed by had begun, including one neighbor on our street who burst out his door shouting "BIDEN! BIDEN! BIDEN! Hi, [Himself] and [prince]! BIDEN! BIDEN!" - and that's how he, and then I, learned that the networks had called Pennsylvania.
Of course it was like a fist unclenching and letting go of something in my chest. You all know the feeling. This tweet ( https://twitter.com/PiaGuerra/status/1325405777402630144?s=20) from yesterday morning pretty much summed it up in the best way I've seen:
[image: Drawing by Pia Guerra entitled Morning in America, showing people doomscrolling from 2016-2020, ending with a person waking their spouse with news on November 7, 2020, and a couple sleeping peacefully on November 8.]
I'm sure I slept better Sunday night than I've done in ages (medicated times included). Then yesterday the kid went over to his grandparents' again and I curled up in an armchair in a sunbeam and had a nap like I used to do before he was born. It was glorious. When I woke up I poked at my phone a bit and then turned over and dozed a bit more. ... A little later I woke up feeling Quite Warm and took my temperature and it was high enough that the thermometer did the different beep to let me know it was a little alarmed. I got 99.5 and then a little later I got 99.8. So not wild about that, although when I was discussing it with Himself I said "Look, what I think is happening is that every self-preservation system in my entire body has been holding on by the fingernails for years and they've all relaxed all at once. The immune system is taking a break." Also I could smell and taste things just fine, which he seems to think is more diagnostic than I think it is?, but whatever. The temperature didn't continue rising, and the feverlet went away within about an hour. Maybe just cooked a little too much in my sunbeam.
This morning Himself woke up with a kidney stone (which the prince pronounces "kid-a-nee," adorably), so that sucked; I had to do kid wakeup and breakfast, which is not my normal task - though I don't mind it as much as the kid minds that I am not the normal Morning Parent - and day care dropoff, which the kid hated, and then hurry back to take the man to urgent care. I'm not allowed in with him these days, of course, so I came home to do some work and went back to get him when he texted he'd been sprung around lunch time. One stone out, another one still in (according to the CT) but not bothering him just now, and he's resting because morphine. Whee.
And it's open enrollment time. :-P
Of course it was like a fist unclenching and letting go of something in my chest. You all know the feeling. This tweet ( https://twitter.com/PiaGuerra/status/1325405777402630144?s=20) from yesterday morning pretty much summed it up in the best way I've seen:
[image: Drawing by Pia Guerra entitled Morning in America, showing people doomscrolling from 2016-2020, ending with a person waking their spouse with news on November 7, 2020, and a couple sleeping peacefully on November 8.]
I'm sure I slept better Sunday night than I've done in ages (medicated times included). Then yesterday the kid went over to his grandparents' again and I curled up in an armchair in a sunbeam and had a nap like I used to do before he was born. It was glorious. When I woke up I poked at my phone a bit and then turned over and dozed a bit more. ... A little later I woke up feeling Quite Warm and took my temperature and it was high enough that the thermometer did the different beep to let me know it was a little alarmed. I got 99.5 and then a little later I got 99.8. So not wild about that, although when I was discussing it with Himself I said "Look, what I think is happening is that every self-preservation system in my entire body has been holding on by the fingernails for years and they've all relaxed all at once. The immune system is taking a break." Also I could smell and taste things just fine, which he seems to think is more diagnostic than I think it is?, but whatever. The temperature didn't continue rising, and the feverlet went away within about an hour. Maybe just cooked a little too much in my sunbeam.
This morning Himself woke up with a kidney stone (which the prince pronounces "kid-a-nee," adorably), so that sucked; I had to do kid wakeup and breakfast, which is not my normal task - though I don't mind it as much as the kid minds that I am not the normal Morning Parent - and day care dropoff, which the kid hated, and then hurry back to take the man to urgent care. I'm not allowed in with him these days, of course, so I came home to do some work and went back to get him when he texted he'd been sprung around lunch time. One stone out, another one still in (according to the CT) but not bothering him just now, and he's resting because morphine. Whee.
And it's open enrollment time. :-P