And the day stretches out to the end of time
We have now officially had a pandemic for a year. Our state has been in a state of emergency for a year and a day. I had a nosebleed for almost nine hours, but I don't think it was related. I hope the ghosts are fed. I worry they never will be.
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I hope it listens to you more than it does to me!
The nosebleed ran from about seven in the morning until about four in the afternoon. I was asleep for three of those hours and woke hacking blood clots from the back of my throat. The rest of the time I had my nose jammed full of Kleenex and kept saying things to
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Thank you! It was stupid. And vaguely anxiety-making.
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And nine hours is nine hours too many. Easily.
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The worst part was when it stopped for like five minutes while I showered and I became optimistic and then it started again.
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I don't think the ghosts will be fed while we are still here. (The Nazis couldn't do in my grandparents. The actual Nazis. These penny-ante new Nazis went through them like a sharp guillotine and I had to watch the whole time and know. I will check in when that doesn't make me furious.)
*hugs*
Tomorrow's my one year. I left everything ready for Shabbat and I didn't even loop through the building because the clergy was still there, arguing about what to do. I do remember, and your last-year's post confirmed, talking to the chevra kadisha and saying of course I would...
Anyway. It is a lot. I am grateful beyond the telling that you are producing antibodies.
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I ate many dill pickle potato chips this afternoon and have been drinking water all day! I bet entire people go through their lives without having to think about these things. I wonder what they're like. We probably shouldn't eat them.
I don't think the ghosts will be fed while we are still here.
Next generation, in Jerusalem.
(The Nazis couldn't do in my grandparents. The actual Nazis. These penny-ante new Nazis went through them like a sharp guillotine and I had to watch the whole time and know. I will check in when that doesn't make me furious.)
So, like, the heat death of the universe.
*hugs*
Tomorrow's my one year.
In some ways, really, my mother's birthday was. Our house was full of people for a special occasion. It was our last gathering before the gates dropped down.
Anyway. It is a lot. I am grateful beyond the telling that you are producing antibodies.
I certainly hope so, or I don't know what that week fallen over was for. I look forward to yours.