It's interesting how much my recent experiences have changed my attitude toward certain situations. It used to be when someone went into the hospital I would be anxiously but guardedly hopeful. "I know this looks bad, but it will probably be alright, won't it?" I'd lived through two miraculous recoveries in my 20s: first my mother flipping her car ( Read more... )

I've been meaning to do a writeup on how I spent the past weekend since--if my attempts to recall how I spent my birthday last year are any guide--I won't remember otherwise. Everything happened more-or-less as I outlined in my previous post: I lazed around on Saturday and managed to miss every single attempt to call and wish me a happy day but one ( Read more... )

When I first met Chest Rockwell (I believe the year was 1995 or 1996), we had both just recently joined the Great Lakes Bears. I'd only recently learned they existe and he'd only recently relocated here from the Northeast. The organisation had been growing explosively and their annual event, Bear Pride, was starting to become the tail that wagged ( Read more... )

When Sis called Sunday, it had been nearly a month since we'd last talked, so a chunk of our conversation was about the contrast between what we'd thought we might get done during our confinement and how we're actually spending our time. She's doing more watching and less reading than she thought, but that doesn't surprise me because I always ( Read more... )

The weekend was something of a mixed bag. I guess it always is, but a couple of situations brought into focus my dissatisfaction with various things, particularly my friendships ( Read more... )

I am still recovering from the weekend ( Read more... )

We met the new neighbour last night and I am smitten. Monshu jokingly named "football player gone to seed" as his ex G's type and I told him that's mine as well. Well, your man used to play in college, thirty years ago. But I like him smart and sensitive as well, and he went back to school to become a licenced social worker in clinical psychology ( Read more... )

I felt a bit sniffly and tired Wednesday evening but I didn't think much of it. Thursday morning it was undeniable that I had a cold. I came in anyway because my student worker needed direction. Shortly after he'd arrived, however, I realised it was stupid to stay and took off at noon. But I didn't just give up and go home ( Read more... )

I briefly considered going out tonight. About an hour ago, I found out that an artist I know is having an opening and I'd like to support him, but not as much as I'd like to curl up at home and watch it snow. Fortunately he's got a solo show opening in a little over a month so I'll just have to commit to making that ( Read more... )

My depression may be ruining my house but at least it's not trapping me in it. As it compensating for last week's stay-at-homeness, I got out all three days ( Read more... )