Day 148, Monday
Back to prepping for the start of term, though it feels like the summer lull is never going to end. Not complaining about the lull, just the weird limbo that comes with not being able to work on the sorts of projects I normally complete during the summer (usually physical reviews of the library collections and planning for events… neither of these is happening any time soon). Research is at a 0 because who cares at this point? Not a great feeling.
It’s too hot to think. Finished the scene I started editing on Sunday, but focus was tough.
Day 149, Tuesday
Back to the vet run… follow-up for injured cat and dental cleaning for feline sister.
Day 150, Wednesday
So feline sister had to stay overnight on Tuesday, so my day started with yet another trip to the vet. I have now been to the vet more times in the last three months than I have in the last three years. And there’s at least one more trip to go for the injured cat, as his abscess has dried into a hardened thing. He’s on antibiotics to see if it clears up, but will likely need a mass removal. sigh.
Spent the rest of the day catching up on the projects I started on Monday. Pretty productive, actually.
Day 151, Thursday
I’m taking two days off. Last week’s day off became a vet day, and the week before was full of anxiety because of the storm… I’ve realized that work and home life have blurred into each other, and weekends are not always the relaxing, barrier-resetting events I’d like them to be, so I cleared my calendar for two days of writing, reading, resting, and not scheduling other people’s needs into my day.
Briefly had to break that last goal because my mom’s smoke alarm started blaring for a new battery and she couldn’t reach it because of the bursitis in her shoulder. Luckily, I had the right batteries at home and the drive was quick. Tomorrow, I’m not dealing with anyone else until I finish my writing sprints for the day.
Day 152, Friday
Success! No drama! (mostly. There was some work drama, but I got is secondhand via two of my sources. Not getting involved. I don’t get paid enough to fight this fight.)
Caught up on my writing goal for the week 🙂
Day 153, Saturday
Had my first run of the week. Legs are starting to feel stronger, but my heart was struggling. I don’t run with the heart monitor because it’s massive and I’m scared to break it (there’s a $1500 you-break-it-you-bought-it fee), but my heart rate goes pretty high according to my fitbit. Still building my stamina.
More writing. It’s been a good weekend. Hoping to maintain this momentum.
Day 154, Sunday
My grandmother turned 89 earlier this week. I don’t know if she really recognizes me anymore, and then there’s the mask, so… but I wanted to commemorate her birthday in some way, regardless of her awareness of birthdays. I’ve been buying her toys and things to keep her hands busy for the last few years, but she’s been fisting her hands a lot lately and bruising herself on hard toys. Found some soft, slo-rise squishies that fit in the palm of her hand and took them over today. I haven’t been out in weeks, beyond those trips to the vet (all cats and cards exchanged outside), so I went inside for a little bit (masked and keeping my distance, of course). She seemed to enjoy the squishies. Seeing her decline has been rough. It’s gotten worse since quarantine; she’s getting so little stimulation at home, but at least she’s safe at home.
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We’re smack in the middle of a major heat wave here with temps hitting 105+ every day, mornings over 80 at sunrise. Ugh. I’ve basically decided to avoid any running until we get a little relief. I think I said something last year about how you know you live in the south when a day in the 90s feels like a cold front. We’ve gotten to that point. I hope the cycle flips over soon, but the weather channel shows til the end of August and I believe the lowest high we have is 97, and keeps getting higher the closer we get. Oh well.
I wish I could see my grandparents. I haven’t seen them since New Year’s Eve, and I don’t know if they’re going to make it to the end of the year, but I don’t want to potentially expose them to anything, so I stay away.
It doesn’t help that they continue to go out and shop for themselves. (Well, my grandmother does, but since my grandfather has essentially no brain function at this point, she brings him along to keep an eye on him, so then they’re both out and exposed. Sigh.)
Same here. We’ve been topping the feels like around 103 and it’s pretty miserable, even inside. I love a rainy day because it means the apartment won’t heat up as much, even if it’s humid outside.
I go through periods when I quarantine and will only stop by to drop off supplies, usually at the door, though my mom sometimes insists on coming out to the car. I worry most about my dad, but there’s so little I can do to help him other than hope he stays safe. He also goes out to shop for himself, even though he lives with my older sister (half-sister, and pretty useless at everything). I hope your grandparents stay safe ❤