out in daylight, my potential

Belated happy winter holiday to those of you who have one. If you can call any of what is happening right now winter? Winter in Florida was never really anything of the sort, but this is so much worse than it used to be ten years ago. Global warming is just the worst.

KM is at their parents' farm for Christmas (probably primarily because they got dinner and presents and Star Wars out of the bargain, which I can't blame them for). I have decided I'm lonely and pretty much done with them being gone, but they refused to drive back down until tomorrow. Rude.

Meanwhile, for two days I've been acting like spoons aren't a thing because I was feeling pretty okay, and I am pretty sure I am just about to crash hard into the wall of "yes you really are disabled you fucking idiot". But I have dishes to do and so much laundry to put away still and I still have to feed myself and the animals until KM gets home tomorrow and ughhhh....

At least writing has been happening. Slowly and never as much as I want, but I am remembering how to put words together in a mostly coherent fashion, and that is reassuring. Sometimes I genuinely think I have forgotten. Finished a fic I've been working on since November, wrote some not-quite-drabbles with characters I missed (I would like to try and get in the habit of daily drabbles), about to tackle some worldbuilding I've been trying to sort out for a while. Yay, me.

Nnnngh. I put off writing all day because someone was supposed to come over and set up my desk, and I didn't want to get all settled and then get disrupted and have to move again when they came. Eeexcept they never showed up (for the second time, without telling me either time), and suddenly it's midnight and I haven't written anything. I am cranky as hell.

On the bright side, Medicaid was applied for today. Dunno when we'll hear back, but at least it has been put in motion. So that's my one big accomplishment for the day, even though Mat ended up doing most of it because it turns out we can apply as a family instead of individually. We also need to apply for disability, but that's probably going to need to wait until we've seen doctors, so waiting on that...

And Typhoid Ariel (he of the sarcoptic mange) may be allowed out of isolation tomorrow, pending a phone call from the vet to assure us it's okay. I'm so glad. Poor baby has been in the closet for three weeks and is very lonely, and as soon as he's out I will let him sit on my lap and puncture my thighs all he likes.

So those are good things, I guess, in the middle of all my crankiness. I'm going to see if I can write a couple drabbles or something to make myself feel better. I prefer to be hitting at least 500 words a day, but I technically only need 205 to keep pace. That's doable, even this late. Deep breath, shoulders down, getting shit done.