The Good, the Bad, and the Oh Just Hell

I’m going to be missing most of this week on Argh (don’t worry, I’ll put the Wednesday and Thursday posts up) because, uh, I’m losing my mind, what little there was left of it. But because people have asked in the comments and in private . . .

I also have an ancient T-shirt somewhere that’s this:

Or there’s my fave light bulb joke: “How many mothers does it take to change a light bulb?” “It’s all right, I’ll just sit here in the dark.”

So, from the dark side (I have no cookies but I did eat an entire pumpkin pie this week):

The Good:

My country is (please please) going through a metamorphosis that will result in a better future for everybody.

The weather here is glorious and sitting in the side yard listening to the wind in the trees is better than valium.

I still have Diet Coke.

The Bad:

I have been all over god’s little acre trying to get legal docs notarized, but since we’re (a) rural as all hell and (b) an hour away from the epicenter of the virus, nothing with a notary is open in either of the two towns I’ve tried. Heard a rumor that the UPS store one town over has a notary. It reminds me of trying to score mescaline back in the day.

My brother has sold the family home, and when he told me I thought, If you’d left that to me, I’d have burned it to the ground and salted the ashes. So clearly I have some childhood issues to deal with there. Fortunately, I have Jamie the Therapist every Thursday.

Donald Trump just sent me a letter saying he was delighted to give me $127 in stimulus funds in the enclosed gift card. There was no gift card. Does that guy ever not lie?

I’m going to put Nita on hold until I can deal with it the context of what’s happening now. Now is not a good time to have a cop protagonist or a plot about discrimination and race written by aa clueless white person. Also my brain hurts when I think about it.

More Good (because I don’t like ending on Bad):

He Wrote She Wrote Again goes live on Saturday, and yes I will post the link here. We’ve got eighteen weeks planned, but we’re also adapting as we go because we’ve both changed a lot in fourteen years, so who knows what it will be. It is not monetized, although it’s a free WordPress blog and they keep putting little boxes in the posts that say there might be ads there. If those turn out to be annoying, we’ll pay the ransom.

I’m thinking my fiction is increasingly irrelevant, but my teaching isn’t, so I’m going back to the writing book I’ve been planning for decades. I’m good at teaching writing.

Oh Just Hell

Did you know that after an extraction/implant/bone graft you have to sleep sitting up? You haven’t seen cranky until you’ve seen me without sleep.

More Good:

Milton, Veronica, Mona, and I are now going out to the side yard to sit in the late afternoon light (beautiful light) and listen to the breeze, and count our blessings, which are many and include all of you.

Also word of advice, avoid oral surgery during a pandemic uprising financial recession that comes right after your mother’s death. There’s multi-tasking and then there’s just being an idiot.