Day 134, Monday
Had a weird night with weird aches. Not gonna lie, I get nervous every time. My nightmare scenario is something going wrong and having to go the ER in the middle of this mess.
Went walking after lunch and took a path I haven’t taken in a while… I live near one of the nursing homes with the most covid cases in the state and lowkey panicked because there were two unmarked white trailers across the street. (update: they were gone the next day)
Day 135, Tuesday
Started my second week of running 🙂 Happy about it.
Trying not to panic about the storm that may be heading our way. There’s only so much I can panic about at one time, and I’m not going to freak out about this one (yet). It does, however, mean that I’m making an emergency plan and grateful that my post-cardiologist visit quarantine has resulted in no symptoms.
Rescued an injured bird… glad my mom has a cage just for these situations.
Day 136, Wednesday
It’s been a struggle to stay motivated today, but I reached my writing stretch goal for the month so I’m taking a couple of days off to focus on other tasks before the start of the new month. Also, charging backup batteries in case the power gets knocked out in my neighborhood because, let’s face it, it goes out during a strong rain storm and there’s a light pole in a precarious situation just down the road (and has been for at least a year while they repair other poles in the area).
As I write this, I have taken two naps and had 2 non-breakfast coffees. (I’ve scaled back while WFH-ing, so that’s a lot).
I am itching to do more cleaning and decluttering, but keep reminding myself that there’s not much I can do to pass it on if I do… decisions… In the meantime, I got nostalgic and ordered Fall candles and a retired fragrance from Bath and Body Works that I definitely don’t need. This will be the summer of my Cucumber Melon comeback. We’re going to spray it like it’s 1999.
Day 137, Thursday
Darn heart monitor woke me up at 2:30 am and I didn’t fall asleep until nearly 4:00 am. Sigh. Tired, but completed my morning run… Not sure what Saturday run possibilities will look like, what with the storm threat and all.
Watching my first virtual conference of the season. TBH, I feel like a I’ve “aged” out of these conferences. Everyone is doing the same thing they were doing back in 2009 when I attended my first one… Also, next year marks my 10th year in the profession… it all circles back.
Day 138, Friday
Another trip to the vet with the outdoor kitty, and the “watch and wait” game with Hurricane Isaias. I’m not too fussed, but I’m still debating waiting it out at my mom’s house or staying home. Pro: mom’s place is less likely to lose power, Con: I’d have to finish packing and stuff my cat into a crate that she hate. (There are some other issues too, including the always present threat of asymptomatic covid transmission, but the cat/crate situation is the most pressing and draining).
Day 139 and 140, Saturday and Sunday
Spent the weekend at mom’s, waiting out the storm that veered away (no complaints here). It’s always hard spending a significant amount of time at my moms—we get along and I love her and my gran, but it always reminds me why I left. I can only help so much and we work best when we have our own spaces.
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Oh, Cucumber Melon is MAJOR throwback. (Can’t stand that stuff, though, I admit – because I don’t like the smell of either cucumber OR melon! But everyone was using that stuff, haha!)
I’m glad the storm went right by y’all. Our country is insane trying to do covid, hurricanes, upcoming flu, and military-style enforcement all at the same time. It really feels like we’re in a war zone while some of us just hunker down and hope we survive…
It wasn’t my favorite, but the nostalgia tugged at my need for comfort, so into the cart it went. (it has since arrived and is cloyingly sweet. I can only handle one spritz)
I know! I keep reading the projections for future control/response to the virus and wondering if any of them will pan out if we don’t see a shift in this country. One of my friends hasn’t left her home since March (except for Target pickup) and her perception of the situation is definitely warlike. She half-jokingly asks if we’ve reached Mad Max level every time we talk.