Accomplished

My side project is finished. It is just a little over 18,000 words. YAY!

It was so fun to do. It is very different than the way I usually write. I'm happy I finished it, not just on time, but ahead of time. YAY!

I feel so proud right now.

Annoying

I've been trying to work on some stuff all day and it's not quite working the way I want it to. It may be because I think I have a fever. It's not that hot, but I feel hot. I have cooling towels on me though and that's helping. Maybe sleep will help as well.

Our plans were altered because of an appointment being canceled.  It makes things easier in some ways, but changes in schedule are always really annoying. 

I have some stuff I need to work on tonight, even though I don't quite feel up to it. Hopefully I can manage.

Monday Off-Schedule

The therapy off-schedule went well. Though as always with therapy, I needed to nap afterward. I'm not sure if that's because I have to be ON and PRESENT or what. The nap helped though.

I wrote some this evening. I need to give my side project one more go over in editing, then I can submit it. Other side projects are going well. 

Got some Christmas shopping lined up and my new computer chair came in. So yay on all of that. 

Good Weekend

I wrote some. I edited some. I read quite a lot. I'm watching a weird movie about the events that happened before the events in Turn of the Screw. Marlon Brando is in it. He plays Quint and he's creepy. The children are creepy. Marvelous.

We have a lot of stuff planned for this week. I had to rework my therapy for tomorrow instead of Wednesday. There are appointments later in the week and my roommate's birthday. 

Looks like our reprieve from the heat last week has ended. It's going to be in the 90s most of this week. Hopefully, September's arrival will calm things down.

Sharing

I've had some situations this weekend with people, strangers really, telling me things about their lives that they shouldn't. In both cases, I wasn't sure how to respond. I wanted to lean in and help, to listen, but in one situation I was in a drive-thru line. On the other, it was someone else's Facebook post where I left a comment.

I thought about PMing the person on Facebook and talking, but I wasn't sure if that would be creepy. I don't know. I'm just not sure how to respond.

Hot End of the Month

Looks like we'll have some 90s over the next few days and then the weather will slip back toward the high 80s. Maybe it won't go back into the 90s during September. It was touch and go there for a while, but unless something dire happens (and it could), we'll probably, all four of us, make it through the summer.

Nothing about the neighborhood is exactly the same. We still drive by houses with massive tree debris or giant circles of dirt and tree roots. We still haven't completely restocked all of the food we lost. Given prices right now and the shortages, it's possible we won't restock for a while. 

Emotionally, everyone is still a little damaged. The panic never completely left us. When a storm like that hits, it's hard to feel secure. I think that's going to take a while.

Goodbye My Useful Friend

There is a utility chair in my laundry room. It's been in there for years. It was just this cheap office chair, but very very important for my wellbeing. It's the chair I sit on when I clean out the litter box. It's the chair I sit on when I put on or take off my shoes. It's the chair I sit on when I come into the house or before I go out of it.

All of those things are vital to my mobility. I need a place to rest after being outside. I need a place to sit when I do the other tasks. It's so important I have that. I wish it wasn't, but here we are.

Anyway, as I said, the chair is old. It was cheap. It broke in a way that I can't really fix and I can't use it anymore. 

I'm very sad. I loved this chair. It helped me live my life. It was a daily, very needed part of how I lived my life. Losing the chair makes my heart hurt. I'm just really sad right now.

Oh, and ashamed. I was fat-shamed so much as a kid that even though it's a reasonable assumption that anyone could have broken this chair after this many years of use, I still internalize it as my fatass fault. Now I get to spend hours trying to unravel that. So yeah.