Roil

 We've been listening to an audio drama called Midnight Burger. A time traveling, multiverse spanning diner. It's clever and science based, but with a pair of 1920's gospel preachers* who interact with the rest of the characters at the heart of it. It's very funny, and sad, and kind, with some of the best voice acting I've ever heard. They take pauses... which I respect greatly. 

I love that the idea of a radio drama has reemerged in the form of podcasts. I remember being on car trips when I was young, and occasionally late at night, there would be a story acted through voices. Being sucked in and enthralled. 

There is so much good out there, and in here. And our pandemic has changed things. We have no way of seeing how much, that will be the extensive task of history. The rest of all this thusness is just extinction burst. 

"So when time and tide roil you too harshly, or diurnal courses leave you no safe haven, just remember we're out there, lookin' for you..."

*Very much what you think, except they have no bigotry. They really read their New Testament, and live by the principles of love thy neighbor.  They also love each other, which is refreshing. 

Marching

 

March, eh?

Over 700" in the mountains this snow year. We're at 200% normal water up there. It won't cure the drought, but it will help.  Garden is happy, but it will be a late start for growing.  The various crocus/iris/tulip/allium don't mind at all. 

My hand surgeons are all at a conference, so I took the day off as well. I'm trying to be proactive about taking time off, and not let myself get exhausted like I did in February.  They give me PTO, I need to take it in a useful way. My colleague does, and is supportive of me doing the same. 

Years

Three years ago today my OR closed to all but urgent cases.  Two years ago I was about to lose my job. A year ago, I was starting to get a handle on my new job.  

Zeppo is still warming up to us, at a glacial pace. But that is him, and we love him, so that's fine.  He's beautiful and kind, an amazing vocalist and good friend and devoted household god. 

 Feeling a bit unwell since yesterday, acutely swollen lymph node behind my ear. Could be anything, infection, allergies, what have you.  Starting to abate this evening, so I'll be fine for tomorrow. 

Eleanor has been sleeping on me a lot of most nights, which is not the most comfortable place for me, but - well. 

 

Dabbling

 Spent a few hours every day this week cleaning and sorting out the spare room/shop. I've done this many times before, but it tends to become a catchall.  Usually I take everything out, clean, then get tired and throw everything back in. This time, I went bit by bit, with a lot of stuff going into the "yard sale this summer" area of the basement.  It's still not completed, but I have one more day.  

Not sure it will help with this lint trap of a room, but the entropy has been resisted for a while. Trying to rethink my habits, reframing my life. Starting my young-old age. Finding a persistent kindness, patience and gentleness, a lightness, that is new to me. 

We went to the Caroline Shaw concert at the local college, and it was amazing in a different way.  I've completely fallen in love with her music. In manus tuas gives me chills.

While it is true I have not been writing here, it's also true I have not been making photos either.  I think I was creeping into a mild state of depression. Avoiding going outside.  Work, home, bed.  Lots of projects I want to start, but not really launching into any of them. Dabbling, hunkering, idling. 

More understanding, with less need to explain. 

61, my prime number.