The sun is searching for a place to stay
We are estimated to receive a foot of snow in the year's first winter storm, which is busily plastering over our windows as municipal snowplows bang in the street outside. I can't tell yet if staying inside for snow feels altered by this year of staying inside for plague, nine months now and no nice due date to point to. Lately I have been falling asleep in the evenings and waking after midnight when I would prefer to be winding down to sleep. Tomorrow I have to call the kind of bureaucracy that's trying to kill me, not the much rarer kind that I was so pleasantly surprised to deal with last week. I couldn't catch the real sodium-pinpointed wind-blue of the air no matter how I tried, but I liked watching the white sand of the snow blow past our back deck.



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I've been doing precisely the same, it makes for a peculiar daily cycle.
Sending strength and hugs
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I really don't like it. I was awake for two days straight last week based on pain and that didn't help at all.
Sending strength and hugs
*hugs*
I returned with the head of one bureaucracy! Now I have to wrangle another!
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I have mixed feelings, it seems to be the one pattern of mine where I regularly fall asleep without issue. I just wish it would come with more than five minutes notice that I'm about to fall asleep.
Home is the huntress! I recommend shrinking it and mounting in a Newton's Cradle (idea stolen from Charles Stross's The Laundry Files)