Yesterday was officially canceled when I hit my head on the cast-iron freezer door of our ancient and janky refrigerator when it swung open above me just as I straightened from putting away some groceries. I lay on the couch and
spatch brought me cold things out of the freezer to ameliorate the nauseating pain and checked my pupils for concussion and eventually I just went to bed with the complete short stories about Sherlock Holmes and therefore I have no idea why I dreamed about hanging out with
choco_frosh to discuss a late, new novel by Susan Cooper in The Dark Is Rising Sequence, but at least I was asleep for almost eight hours while doing it.
Today was mostly spent on work and therapy over the phone, but I had a lovely conversation with
rushthatspeaks in the evening and in the late afternoon I got out of the house with Rob right before we lost the last of the light.
( Swimming down burning bridges. )
I have to make about half a dozen phone calls tomorrow that I woke too late for today. One of them is to the governor. I already called the city to tell them that someone has almost knocked over the new little elm tree and I personally would like to see it safely replanted. I said I felt protective and I meant it.
[edit 2020-05-08 15:22] After about eight minutes on hold, I got a staffer at the office of Governor Baker and expressed my strongest possible reservations about even cautiously reopening the state on May 18. I cited the advances we haven't made in medicine, identified myself as a chronically ill person in the double bind of high-risk and treatment on hold, and praised the governor's previous handling of the crisis and desired him not to blow it at the last minute and set us up for a lethal spike in June. And then I thanked the staffer for listening, because I imagine that he's hearing a lot of this sort of thing lately. I hope it makes a difference.
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( Swimming down burning bridges. )
I have to make about half a dozen phone calls tomorrow that I woke too late for today. One of them is to the governor. I already called the city to tell them that someone has almost knocked over the new little elm tree and I personally would like to see it safely replanted. I said I felt protective and I meant it.
[edit 2020-05-08 15:22] After about eight minutes on hold, I got a staffer at the office of Governor Baker and expressed my strongest possible reservations about even cautiously reopening the state on May 18. I cited the advances we haven't made in medicine, identified myself as a chronically ill person in the double bind of high-risk and treatment on hold, and praised the governor's previous handling of the crisis and desired him not to blow it at the last minute and set us up for a lethal spike in June. And then I thanked the staffer for listening, because I imagine that he's hearing a lot of this sort of thing lately. I hope it makes a difference.