surprise visits from loved ones. Let’s be honest: sometimes I don’t love surprise visits, especially if I’m not wearing any pants, but they’ve been incredibly thoughtful while I’ve been sick.
much-needed overtime, even if it means canceling some plans
spaghetti straps in the day & fuzzy socks at night
my current mood, which is deciding between tossing out what doesn’t spark joy and hoarding what will be useful in the upcoming apocalypse caused by the rise of fascism worldwide. Example: This Orajel is 8 years old and looks disgusting but it’s gonna be a hot commodity! Wood Sprite is done with all these golden books, but if we end up running a fallout shelter for orphans they’ll come in handy.
when my guts aren’t cramping up and causing me to run to the bathroom, which I sort of remember. It’s been a few weeks.
a friend offering to help with Wood Sprite’s end-of-semester photos, since it’s been tough getting out of the house ❤
my mom and aunt bringing care packages by ❤
the Labyrinth soundtrack
Wood Sprite’s patience while I’ve been sick. Some days we can still do a lot together, but others I end up needing to rest and they’ve been great at understanding and helping.
the promise of a new month. I always love new months, even if June isn’t my favorite, and we have a lot of fun plans to look forward to when I’m well.
homebound with the same stomach virus. Hopefully it’s gone soon.
feeling incredibly anxious dozens of times a day thinking about the state of the world, the rise of fascism and what the hell kind of person I am to think it would be a good place to raise a family 14 years ago. What have we done? What kind of lives will our kids have after all of this?
writing night and day. When I’m not writing, I’m working on studies with Wood Sprite.
simultaneously loving not having to rush around and going stir crazy, which is really what the beginning of summer usually looks like whether I’m sick or not
listening to Patriot Act, Wanda Sykes: Not Normal, Ant-Man & The Wasp, Parks & Recreation and the Lonely Island Unauthorized Bash Bros Experience (what even?) as background noise
drinking all the Pedialyte
listening to witchy mixes on Spotify
eating plain white rice and trying to not hate every bite