Re-Emergence of the Blog
Mar. 22nd, 2020 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skysailorMorning, y'all. Friends have begun long-form blogging again, so, why not?
Right now I'm typing past the enthusiastic purrs of Glitch-kitty, who has taken her determined place in my lap. She's been fervent about watching over me while I've been sick with a cold. No matter how much I toss and turn and sit up coughing in the night, she's glued to my side, sleeping peacefully through the whole tempest. I don't know how I got so lucky as to have her around.
Our other kitty, Decimus, is asleep before the glass doors of the balcony, enjoying a sunbeam as spring finches hop about the newly-budding tree outside. There were seven finches there yesterday! The snow has been gracelessly melting, plopping down to the ground and along branches, knocking off other snow as it goes.
Rabbit is off to the grocery. Hopefully they can come back with shampoo this time? My hair is a grease ball and supplies have been variable. They've been taking care of basically everything while I've been sick, in the hopes I will spread my germs to as little as possible. They say the grocery reminds them of pictures from the world wars, barren shelves and frenzied customers. I haven't seen it yet. I haven't really been out since everything changed. I'm a little afraid to, actually. Not just because I think COVID19 would maybe kill me - my lungs are barely handling having a cold right now - but also because I'm worried about how people will react to someone coughing as much as I am, at a time like this.
It's strange, my mind won't entirely take on the concept of what's going on. It's doing the job intellectually, but I sense a disconnect in emotional processing. It seems to mostly be handling things by treating everything as very temporary. That I usually hole up at home while sick is probably also contributing.
Glitch is purring even more fervently now. She's so good.
Right now I'm typing past the enthusiastic purrs of Glitch-kitty, who has taken her determined place in my lap. She's been fervent about watching over me while I've been sick with a cold. No matter how much I toss and turn and sit up coughing in the night, she's glued to my side, sleeping peacefully through the whole tempest. I don't know how I got so lucky as to have her around.
Our other kitty, Decimus, is asleep before the glass doors of the balcony, enjoying a sunbeam as spring finches hop about the newly-budding tree outside. There were seven finches there yesterday! The snow has been gracelessly melting, plopping down to the ground and along branches, knocking off other snow as it goes.
Rabbit is off to the grocery. Hopefully they can come back with shampoo this time? My hair is a grease ball and supplies have been variable. They've been taking care of basically everything while I've been sick, in the hopes I will spread my germs to as little as possible. They say the grocery reminds them of pictures from the world wars, barren shelves and frenzied customers. I haven't seen it yet. I haven't really been out since everything changed. I'm a little afraid to, actually. Not just because I think COVID19 would maybe kill me - my lungs are barely handling having a cold right now - but also because I'm worried about how people will react to someone coughing as much as I am, at a time like this.
It's strange, my mind won't entirely take on the concept of what's going on. It's doing the job intellectually, but I sense a disconnect in emotional processing. It seems to mostly be handling things by treating everything as very temporary. That I usually hole up at home while sick is probably also contributing.
Glitch is purring even more fervently now. She's so good.
