Dreams of Falling

The quote is from a very very abridged summary of reactions to The Untamed, which is a series I am experiencing strictly second-hand. It looks super pretty! And the sort of thing that me from ten-fifteen years ago would have eaten up with a spoon and written All The Fix-It Fic for! But at the moment, I am Not Up For New Stories. Like, at all.

Part of it is just...2020. And all the multitude of minor stressors that have become major stressors (whee! anxiety for everyone!).

Part of it is that a couple weeks ago, we went from a two-cat household to a one-cat household. I won't talk about it, (a) because this isn't behind a cut and I try not to be That Asshole, and (b) because Wife is sorta back on her emotional feet (her cat, so she was hit harder), and I thought I was doing okay! until therapy last night, which ripped off the band-aid and now I'm crying at the drop of a hat. Any hat. Anywhere. Hats are littering the floor, apparently.

I feel like there should be a third part, but I can't think of one. Just, no new stories for me.

...Netflix better not take down The Old Guard before my brain stops being stupid, though.

Trip to Boston this past weekend was supposed to be nice, relaxing - hang out with friends! Meet new goddaughter! Instead, we flew on Thursday, a.k.a. The Day When The Entire US Apparently Panicked, and spent half the weekend trying to persuade people to talk about something other than That Damn Virus so my anxiety would not go through the roof. (Failed. Ack.)

Then there was a whole Thing where a whole bunch of friends saw my phone and were like OMG IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE. The battery had expanded enough that the screen was bowing out, see. I do have a new phone now, mostly because said friends insisted on kidnapping me off to Best Buy soonest.

In any case: got back home safe and sound, if somewhat grumpy. Am now working from home, because Hogwarts, like most centers of education, does not want us on campus if at all humanly possible. Both Wife and I find this odd. Fluff and Pallais, on the other hand, are ecstatic.

( Behind cut: selfie taken with new phone and cat on my shoulder. )

Still staying off Tumblr and Facebook for at least another day. But it's maybe...it's not better. But the paralysis is starting to wear off.

( How the hell to explain this - storytime beneath the cut. )

...is that our internet has returned. Let us hope that it will stay returned.

Otherwise, well, we are still pillaging our local libraries. Should write up what all I've been reading, in the vain hope of remembering the ones I like. And my left shoulder is ( messed up somehow - details, such as they are, behind a cut for people who Don't Care. )

Wife is home from an academic conference, with another one next month. Fortunately, even with a bum shoulder, I can take care of myself, for values of 'take care of myself' that mean 'play video games and keep the house clean enough that Wife does not despair of me.' Mariposa was ecstatic, because All The Thia Snuggles! Fluff snubbed me, in place of snubbing her actual mother. Wife is okay with this, because it means she doesn't have to spend half a day reassuring Fluff that she was Not Actually Abandoned.