Done This Week
Feb. 2nd, 2025 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksThere’s some real cognitive dissonance in writing this up while simultaneously doomscrolling Bluesky for political updates and watching a Game Grumps compilation to keep my brain from evacuating from my skull.
At some point, I’m going to post more about the process of top surgery. But I think it’s going to have to wait until after it’s done. Because every time I think about the details, I have a panic attack. This is, in fact, the worst my anxiety has been since 2013, the Year That Nearly Killed Me.
Meanwhile, the screen on my iPad spontaneously shattered. It has been dropped in its lifetime, but it wasn’t recent. So I’m not sure why it chose Friday evening to spiderweb. It can’t be fixed, so I get to replace it. The local shop doesn’t have it in stock. Because of course. So unless they manage to receive it on Monday such that I can get it after work, I will be heading into my surgical travels with a broken, albeit currently functional, tablet.
Sure. Why not.
It is difficult to overstate the degree to which I feel both personally and collectively cursed.
One of the thrashers at work was perched on a light pole, which is not behavior I usually see from a mostly ground-dwelling bird, and was singing vigorously. For my birthday, mum made my favorite spiced pork roast, twice-baked potatoes, and a cake filled with raspberry whipped cream. ~🍰~
Lewisia: no new pieces written but the holiday message went up--break time!
Day job: 34.75 hours, with a day off for my birthday
Reading: Thornhedge by T. Kingfisher (oof, lovely and upsetting and I love the world building and I love the two leads), Strangers in Paradise volume #1 by Terry Moore (got a Terry Moore bundle from Humble Bundle and might actually finish reading a series I started in high school)
Aftermarket Parts: got all results for surgical clearance, did pre-arrival call with the hospital
Clock Mouse: 1229 words
At some point, I’m going to post more about the process of top surgery. But I think it’s going to have to wait until after it’s done. Because every time I think about the details, I have a panic attack. This is, in fact, the worst my anxiety has been since 2013, the Year That Nearly Killed Me.
Meanwhile, the screen on my iPad spontaneously shattered. It has been dropped in its lifetime, but it wasn’t recent. So I’m not sure why it chose Friday evening to spiderweb. It can’t be fixed, so I get to replace it. The local shop doesn’t have it in stock. Because of course. So unless they manage to receive it on Monday such that I can get it after work, I will be heading into my surgical travels with a broken, albeit currently functional, tablet.
Sure. Why not.
It is difficult to overstate the degree to which I feel both personally and collectively cursed.
One of the thrashers at work was perched on a light pole, which is not behavior I usually see from a mostly ground-dwelling bird, and was singing vigorously. For my birthday, mum made my favorite spiced pork roast, twice-baked potatoes, and a cake filled with raspberry whipped cream. ~🍰~
Lewisia: no new pieces written but the holiday message went up--break time!
Day job: 34.75 hours, with a day off for my birthday
Reading: Thornhedge by T. Kingfisher (oof, lovely and upsetting and I love the world building and I love the two leads), Strangers in Paradise volume #1 by Terry Moore (got a Terry Moore bundle from Humble Bundle and might actually finish reading a series I started in high school)
Aftermarket Parts: got all results for surgical clearance, did pre-arrival call with the hospital
Clock Mouse: 1229 words
