A few months ago I bought my first pair of reading glasses. They're the lowest prescription, but they're extraordinarily helpful ( Read more... )

Adam is Ernie and I am Bert.

In spite of the ongoing pandemic and a horrible period of anxiety, this year has been one of my favorite yet in life. I'm finally learning to just... enjoy it.

The trains. This WAS where they were all going.

Each year I remind myself that winter is the season that brings back the sun. With solstice now behind us, it's all light and warmth ahead, baby! Eventually. Evennnnnnnntuuualllllyyyy.

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....veeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

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After the apocalypse, the remaining functioning piece of technology - the last artificial light I will ever see - will be the little red LED blinking atop the water pitcher, reminding me that I need to change the filter and refusing ever to be reset or to die.

There are soft, sore days, black around the edges, when I've finished a book and done all of the things on my to-do list. It's dark outside, and raining. I'm not ready for bed but feel stalled and mute in this consciousness.

In defiance of my clenched heart and black outlook, we managed to elect Biden, as I learned from the initially disconcerting early-morning whooping of Don's neighbor on Saturday ( Read more... )

I took a Friday off as a small gift to myself, and instead of enjoying my freedom I found myself back in the muck of anxiety. This time, it started off with a minor shortness of breath that had me wondering: Covid? And then the litany of other small symptoms and intensifying anxiety until all I could do was lie on the couch and feel terrible for ( Read more... )

You know the thrall of hopeless wanting....
This early infatuation, these addictions to a new other are some of life's most fragile and ecstatic moments.
-from Welcome to Night Vale

Incidentally, I emailed that to myself in July of last year.
So there we go.
Also, chill the eff out, Gilmore!

I sit in solemn Sunday with a dull dark thought - at the end of a long weekend spent in large part outside, despite the chill wind and encroaching clouds. Don and I took to the woods for a few days on our first little trip away together; we cheered ourselves in all the ways one does in the woods, warming our hands and eyeballs and temporary ( Read more... )