A Comer

Completely forgot to post yesterday, but I’m happy to report that it is not because I have died from COVID. You would have known as it would have triggered the auto-posting of my death blog I have set up, which is just a link to a YouTube video of me accusing a guy I didn’t really like in high school of definitely murdering me. I really need to update a few things. Weirdly, I don’t have a will in place, but I took the pains to set up that.

Right now the only concrete lingering effects of COVID is that it got me to sign up for Hulu.

Oh and the other thing where I can never remember what day it is. Between vacation (where I was 9 hours out of my time zone already) and COVID, I’ve been off work for three weeks, the longest stretch since I stopped being an at-home parent 15 years ago. I should feel more rested I suppose, but between a very active vacation and then a dedicated program of phlegm production, related coughing and virus hosting, I’m pretty worn out. And without the structure of work, the edges of the days all watercolor-blur together, which is my overly poetic way of saying that’s why I forgot to post yesterday.

I’ll be fine eventually. The house is empty so I’m out of quarantine. For now the schedule is to get better and to finally finish Killing Eve. Both feel possible. I can do this. I can do this.