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The only thing I've been reliably posting about is my reading. With every new thing of significant length, I dutifully update the reading list I started in January including the date. I seem to be on a bit of a spec fic tear, which suits me fine.

I have also noticed that the tooth that was giving me trouble feels unnatural in my mouth. It's as if my lizard brain recognizes that it needs to go, too, and I could not agree more. I have a consult in two weeks, and it can't come fast enough.

Life in lock down continues. I'm tired because a) I don't get enough sleep (my sleep schedule is completely fucked up) and b) I don't get enough (or any) alone time these days. With Declan home and virtual schooling and Paul going back to work-from-home (and the fucking construction literally right outside my window), I will have even less time to myself.

Joy.

My sister sent me a bouquet of flowers for Mother's Day. Roses and carnations and chrysanthemums in pinks ranging from the soft to fuchsia. It arrived last night and is lovely. The trick, I think, will be to keep the cats away from it. I might have to take out some of the greenery, or find a way to barricade it behind something. I have a roll of chicken wire that I used for just that purpose with one of my plants to keep it from getting nibbled on. I might need to deploy it again.