Not much of a birthday. Watched Carlin's show from 2006, waited for a cake from a family friend that was a day late, and stayed in. No cards, a few FB posts (god, I fucking hate that app), and I put my YouTube playlist in order.
Mom's arm is still hurting, it's almost Spring, and I'm looking forward to seeing gowns at the Oscars next week. Woo hoo.
New decade. Let's see if any of my needs are actually taken seriously. Sure as shit didn't happen in my 30s or 40s.
Onward and upward...
Just took some time off since Mom broke her arm in 3 places and had to go into physical rehab care at a local nursing home. 7 weeks of pure pain and hell. Sepsis. Fever. Constipation from all those painkillers.
No Christmas. No New Years. She's been home for almost 2.5 weeks now. Scary.
She's fine. I'm still rattled.
It'll be ok.
My precious tortie was 18. I'm so sad. My last Brooklyn cat. I'm not posting here, some lurking idiots may try and steal the photo. I miss her nightly yowling. She would have been 19 on July 30th.
What an absolute joy. I waited so damn long for this. I'm dizzy, nauseous, my arm hurts. But I got the second shot. Walgreens screwed it up. CVS pulled the J&J single dose. I got to Wally World, and did the Moderna.
I'm relieved. The quarantine wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I still want most people to stay 6 ft away from me. I'm also going to keep my masks for cleaning, and maybe when I get colds. My allergies are better when I go outside, since I'm not directly breathing in pollen.
I'm happy that shops are opening up again, but I'm going to miss the restaurants that were going under due to these shitty rents. Oh, well, it's all gotta change again...
Mercury Rx begins this weekend and today was the lunar eclipse. Things are changing, and it's time to get moving.
Whatta year.
