feathers brushing against my skin
The abysmal heat seems to have returned, rendering me a useless blob of sticky flesh (and not sticky for the right reasons, damn it) yesterday. Today, I must get writing done, and go into the city... but will be rewarded by Zane Massey playing at Barbes tonight.
Email from someone I've thought of in the last few months, but haven't seen in years, who found me through LiveJournal. Strange, and oddly cheering.
On the other hand...
... the news I've not been talking about. Mom's back in the hospital -- more infections from the dialysis catheter; and my nephew informed me that Helen signed another DNR form. Mom's increasingly frail (though her hair's finally growing back nicely, for whatever the fuck that's worth). So I wait.
I'm going to enjoy this vacation, if I ever can unstick myself from things for more than a short period of time. I could stay in the shower, I suppose, or coat myself with baby powder and refuse to move from the airconditioned bedroom, but that might get boring.
Email from someone I've thought of in the last few months, but haven't seen in years, who found me through LiveJournal. Strange, and oddly cheering.
On the other hand...
... the news I've not been talking about. Mom's back in the hospital -- more infections from the dialysis catheter; and my nephew informed me that Helen signed another DNR form. Mom's increasingly frail (though her hair's finally growing back nicely, for whatever the fuck that's worth). So I wait.
I'm going to enjoy this vacation, if I ever can unstick myself from things for more than a short period of time. I could stay in the shower, I suppose, or coat myself with baby powder and refuse to move from the airconditioned bedroom, but that might get boring.