My brother gave me these books by David Eddings when I was in middle school and they are an old favorite. With everything going on in the world, I have been struggling to read. This is breaking my heart, but it’s true. My brain just can’t process new things from books right now. New worlds and characters are too much. So I borrowed the first book on audio book from the library just to have something comforting. I devoured them all over again. This series was a warm blanket of comfort. The characters are not extremely rounded. They are in fact mostly two-dimensional. They were tropes when Eddings wrote the book. The world is kind of flat. Very flat. Nations are not made of diverse people, the people themselves are tropes. There are only two languages (apparently) and one of them might still be more “extreme dialect difference” rather than actually a different language. Like Spain-Spanish vs. Mexico-Spanish. And somehow
I burned my hand this weekend. Just a moment of distraction while I was pulling dinner out of the oven and brushed the back of my right hand against the edge of the inside of the oven (not the heating elements, just the edge near the door). I yelped and rushed dinner to the stove. I turned on the kitchen sink to the coldest setting and stuck my hand under the water. It HURT. The pain was immediate and I wasn’t sure how bad the burn was. It wasn’t third degree (skin was still in one piece) and it hurt. It HURT. I wanted to just swear and cry. I didn’t because I didn’t want to further upset my husband and child (both were watching me with deep concern and my husband was only half-believing me on my “no no I’m ok” response to his question on my well being). I went into a sort of emotional shut-down to fight
UGH. So the Supreme Court put out decisions a while back and I am too exhausted to read them. Reading SCOTUS opinions takes a lot of brain power and I have been trying for weeks to read the ones I care about. And I just can’t. It isn’t something I can stop and start and between a 13-month old, working from home, and the ambient stress of the world right now… I read a few paragraphs and realize I’m zoned out. So I gave in and just read some summaries. I tried to understand Barton v. Barr, but even the “plain text” articles I found made my brain hurt. I mean honestly, when I originally read up on the case I had to Google a LOT of the language and terms and even then I couldn’t say with entire confidence I understood the issues. Allen v. Cooper was better. I think it helps with the court is 9-0 on a
I don’t drink coffee. My caffeine of choice is tea. A friend recently posted on Facebook about “not being a coffee snob” and I commented that I totally will claim my tea-snobbery. I am a tea snob. THEN another friend private messaged me and said they are trying to cut back on sodas, what tea would I recommend. I literally spent about two hours trying to respond with a tea recommendation. Because it isn’t that simple. In my snobbery of tea, I have to say – there is no one “best tea.” There are teas that are better for a specific place and purpose (if you are serving an English high tea, you should probably serve a black tea – it’s traditional). And teas are such a specific flavor palate that I can’t just say “you WILL like this one.” So if I have to give a tea I highly recommend, I love me the Tao of Tea’s Ginger Peach
Genkii keeps me company while I work from home. Sorry I’m not posting more. Right now I am prioritizing my family’s physical and mental health. My mental health is DEFINITELY part of the hurdle to blogging. Some days it’s all I can do to keep up with the toddler and eat.
Further fallout of my Mad March of 2020 is my medication regime has taken a significant uptick. I’ve been on birth control again for a minute for exactly what the name implies. Until this month that’s been basically my only medication since I gave birth. Then my body and brain decided they hate me. So between my PCP and my asthma Dr they’ve got me on a new regime. Breo (daily asthmatic dosage) Singular (stave of allergy aggravation) Lexapro (anxiety is making me barely functional) I also realized my rescue inhaler expired. So I needed a new ProAir Respiclick. I generally use CVS as my pharmacy. It’s the closest, it’s convenient, and I like the pharmacist. He’s friendly and has been knowledgeable on every question I have. But there is something that infuriates me. I downloaded the GoodRx app to see if I could get any kind of savings. And the first thing they recommend is…. SHOP AROUND. No. NO.
I mentioned my Rocketbook on my recent experience fighting to exist. I then realized – I should review this. It’s super useful and people don’t even know it exists. Well I just gave away the gist of my review – I like my Rocketbook. I happen to like it a lot. I use it a LOT. In my job I have a PC rather than a laptop these days, which means when we got to a conference room – I have to *gasp* write things down. I know. So uncool. So low tech. So cliche. I hate using notebooks upon notebooks of paper. I never know what to do with them after the page has been used. Do I use a bookmark? Fold the page I’m on? How do I go back and reference my notes after I made them? More bookmarks? Post-it Notes along the side of the notebook? I hate them and I have for years, but for
Let me start with this: I am OK. Saturday morning I was ok. Got up, played with Remy. Did a bit of picking up to vacuum the living room. At 11 I took Remy upstairs to cuddle with daddy while I made a cup of tea and used my inhaler. I felt my asthma flaring up and I hadn’t even done any real cleaning yet! My husband came downstairs sometime after 11:30 and looked at me and said, “You look like you need to use the nebulizer.” I always argue this. I hate the nebulizer. I didn’t argue this time. I did need it. I could feel it. I hate it, but I know breathing is kind of important. I use the nebulizer, but I still feel like I just can’t get my breath. Every inhale hurts. I log into my health insurance site to get a teledoc. I don’t know what else to try. I’m #23 in line for
I wasn’t going to add to the noise around this, but then the other day someone posted “ok everyone, this isn’t the bubonic plague.” The historian came out. So many ways I wanted to respond: Yes, please don’t kill cats. Rats are the ones most likely causing the spread of the plague. True. The bubonic plague had a mortality rate of almost 70%, even in the modern era it’s somewhere around 10% even with antibiotics, so 3.4% isn’t as bad! Well except that bubonic plague is a bacteria and antibotics are kind of amazing and COVID-19 is a virus. Hence the family “coronoVIRUS” As someone who doesn’t know whether I’m in the “80% will be fine” group or if my asthma will put me in the “20% vulnerable people” who will not be ok…. please take it seriously. You see, that last one is the truth. With my asthma, I don’t know. I am compromised because my lungs are not
Over Christmas time I re-listened to Going Postal and Making Money (Terry Pratchett). One of the reasons I love the audiobooks for Pratchett is his play on words. Pratchett doesn’t just use the English language. Pratchett abuses it in the best of ways, and his reader does a brilliant job capturing that. I also recently re-read Ready Player One and because I have listened to the audio book, there were parts I “heard” in Wil Wheaton’s voice. His tone, pronunciations, etc. I think a good reader does that, becomes the character’s voice and sticks with it. There are other books where the reader was not of such high importance. The only reason I know who reads Sanderson’s The Way of Kings series is because they read Wheel of Time and they are the only way I got through WOT was Kate and Michael’s reading it to me. I am listening to a book now called The Diviners and enjoying it. But