The new normal can suck it.

Dealing with the new normal. It's not great. I've already had one instance of the perimenopausal-chest-warmth-hot-flash-bucket-of-anxiety when I'm in bed recently. It's alarming and scary and it takes me a fuck of a long time to shake off the worst of it and go the fuck to sleep. Not helping is how damn sore I am. I am way way WAY overdue for a chiropractic adjustment, but my appointment last week was cancelled, so I'm just going to have to suck it up.

I am trying to go out for short walks every so often, if only to get some alone time. I might go out today, even with the dumping of snow we've just gotten, if I can find the time between the laundry that needs doing and the apartment that needs cleaning.

I read a great book last week, The Hollow Kingdom by Kira Jane Buxton. It's a post-apocalyptic romp with a crow named S.T. (short for Shit Turd), with a craving for Cheetos and a really foul mouth beak, as the main character. I don't want to give too much away, because it's funny and heartbreaking and worth the time to read it. I will say that reading a post-apocalyptic/zombie-ish novel may not have been the best choice during a pandemic. Time to switch to the historical romances, I think. Good, comfortable reads that will let me forget all of this nonsense for a while.

I did figure out my gaming situation, so that's pretty awesome. Again, it's not what I WANT, but, given the circumstances, it's decent enough.

Right. I have things to do and I have rambled on long enough.