Seems worth a shot, at any rate... (If nothing else, there's catharsis in writing characters "based on" certain real-life inspirations and having completely random and totally fictitious bad things happen to them... like, say, someone who happens to be an inconsiderate neighbor to a totally different person than you, who runs into a random pack of velociraptor ninjas with machetes...)
Mergh... Sunday afternoon, and it is officially One Of Those Days, where lots of little things seem intent on going wrong. I suppose this is payback for having a somewhat decent shopping trip. (The store even messed up and had Mountain Dew Zero six-packs on the shelf... I haven't found that stuff in months...) But the moment we got home, it's all gone to stress and heck, and everyone's all yelly.
Oh, and the idiots who did Dad's blood draw last week put a stupid tight bandage on. Dad being Dad (having dementia and all that), he didn't mention the bandage was still on. Today's bath day, and we just found out that he has a nice infection under that damned bandage...
So, Mom is Very, Very Hacked Off right now.
In any event, I decided to not go out to the workshed today, because this is the kind of day where one makes a Very Stupid Mistake because of all the stress in the air - and, in Apoxie, you don't get a lot of second chances on Very Stupid Mistakes.
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Later the same Sunday, and the day has continued to be daylike, on into evening. (Some kerfluffles involving paying the bills and needing to order checks and a hundred little things that needed doing all at once and involved more yelling...)
On the plus size, the turkey we had for dinner was pretty good, and there's enough left over for open-faced turkey sandwiches for dinner tomorrow. Any dinner that results in two meals is always a win, says the person who gets mighty sick of being stuck making dinners almost every frellin' night...
Now, off to attempt a post-mortem on my NaNo story. Then maybe I'll stream something, or just climb into bed and read the night away, because it's the kind of day that encourages one to climb into bed and hide from it until it gives up and goes away.
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And it's Monday morning. The rest of the family is off dealing with more appointment stuff (blood draws) and shopping, so I'm holding down the fort and keeping an ear on the phone, Just In Case.
Today's plan is the usual. Also might look into getting a booster appointment; Pfizer isn't nearly as urgent as J&J (Mom forwarded me the chart her doctor showed her on dropping immunities... dear gods, looks like J&J always should've been two shots), so I don't think it's worth fighting for a walk-in spot this week or anything, but I still would like a booster to be on the safe(r) side of things...
Mergh... Sunday afternoon, and it is officially One Of Those Days, where lots of little things seem intent on going wrong. I suppose this is payback for having a somewhat decent shopping trip. (The store even messed up and had Mountain Dew Zero six-packs on the shelf... I haven't found that stuff in months...) But the moment we got home, it's all gone to stress and heck, and everyone's all yelly.
Oh, and the idiots who did Dad's blood draw last week put a stupid tight bandage on. Dad being Dad (having dementia and all that), he didn't mention the bandage was still on. Today's bath day, and we just found out that he has a nice infection under that damned bandage...
So, Mom is Very, Very Hacked Off right now.
In any event, I decided to not go out to the workshed today, because this is the kind of day where one makes a Very Stupid Mistake because of all the stress in the air - and, in Apoxie, you don't get a lot of second chances on Very Stupid Mistakes.
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Later the same Sunday, and the day has continued to be daylike, on into evening. (Some kerfluffles involving paying the bills and needing to order checks and a hundred little things that needed doing all at once and involved more yelling...)
On the plus size, the turkey we had for dinner was pretty good, and there's enough left over for open-faced turkey sandwiches for dinner tomorrow. Any dinner that results in two meals is always a win, says the person who gets mighty sick of being stuck making dinners almost every frellin' night...
Now, off to attempt a post-mortem on my NaNo story. Then maybe I'll stream something, or just climb into bed and read the night away, because it's the kind of day that encourages one to climb into bed and hide from it until it gives up and goes away.
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And it's Monday morning. The rest of the family is off dealing with more appointment stuff (blood draws) and shopping, so I'm holding down the fort and keeping an ear on the phone, Just In Case.
Today's plan is the usual. Also might look into getting a booster appointment; Pfizer isn't nearly as urgent as J&J (Mom forwarded me the chart her doctor showed her on dropping immunities... dear gods, looks like J&J always should've been two shots), so I don't think it's worth fighting for a walk-in spot this week or anything, but I still would like a booster to be on the safe(r) side of things...
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