Brain currently booting in Safe Mode

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.

Paul is now officially working from home. He got his kit last week, which consisted of the same set up as his workstation in the office. He was expecting a laptop, but no: two all-in-one desktops, mouse, keyboard, workstation hub. That necessitated some thinking. And some rearranging. And some buying. So, about $100 (cable, moveable 'workstation' - aka a kitchen cart at a steep discount) and a lot of frustration later, here we are.

In some ways, this is good. I am forced to get out of bed, showered and dressed before he starts his shift at 10am. Before, I was getting into the shower at noon or 1pm, getting up at 9 or 10, and staying up WAY past my bedtime. So, I was ostensibly getting enough sleep, but I wasn't getting it at the right time and it was really fucking up my circadian rhythm and doubling down on my depression. My medication is already working overtime as it is; I don't need to make it worse.

(I was up too late last night, but I was part of the Bad Decisions Book Club. We don't meet or hang out, we just want to read One More Page. I started and finished Paladin's Grace by T. Kingfisher yesterday. So. Good. The hero is a paladin of a dead god who knits socks to keep his depressive thoughts from being intrusive and the heroine is a perfumer who has had kind of a shitty life but doesn't stop moving forward, however she can. They are awkward and adorable together. And the secondary characters are fantastic. I adore Bishop Beartongue, head of the Temple of the White Rat. She reminds me strongly of Granny Weatherwax, which is never a bad thing, in my not-so-humble opinion. I laughed out loud at a couple of points and now I want to read the other three books set in the same universe.)

Today, I have already started some laundry, and plan on making a pie. I want to do things at the moment, so I'm going to capitalize on that for as long as I can. :)