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oh! woe is me....
I'm being melodramatic and am fully aware I'm being melodramatic when I say this, but - the universe and its unknowable forces are all singularly conspiring to wrench any semblance of public interaction and fun from my feeble grasp.
okay, it's not that serious. but after a long few days of having the 1am closing shift by myself at my job I was looking forward to a well-earned few days off and, quite literally as soon as I stepped out the door today to walk to a little coffeeshop nearby to do some writing, my roommate texts us from his bedroom and tells us he's tested positive for covid.
so, there go any of my plans for my blessed 4 days off >_>
thankfully we've got extra tests, so my other roommate and I are going to test tomorrow to see if we've caught it as well, but man! this comes right after 3 or 4 consecutive weeks previous where every single day I wasn't working was rudely interrupted by forces outside of my control. freak snowstorms and ice on the roads shutting everything down, catastrophic issues with the dishwasher and clothes dryer that required maintenance visits, plans that were not communicated to me in the slightest that I for some reason still needed to attend... why is it that as soon as I've finally grown as a person enough to want to go out and interact with the world, it's taken from me in every conceivable way???
alright, I've whined enough. the biggest issue is, of course, the covid part - thankfully my roommate doesn't seem too seriously ill right now, and I'm hoping it doesn't get any worse and that me and the other roomie have somehow avoided it... but for now all there is to do is wait. we're all vaxxed so fingers crossed this is just a little bump in the road and not a huge pothole.
at the very least, being holed up inside will give me plenty of time to catch up on reading and writing! I'm currently reading Mary Shelley's Lodore and Charlotte Brontë's Villette, as well as paging through a few books I got for christmas about antique porcelain - and thoroughly enjoying all of them. waaay back in my middle-high school days I'd read up to 7 books at a time, jumping back and forth between them all at random, and that ability dried up for a while as I got older and didn't have most of my day restricted to sitting in a chair and not moving, but I'm slowly returning to that ability now, and it feels really nice. I've missed reading! I've missed the feeling of getting absorbed in stories!! now it's just the issue of resisting the urge to buy a bunch more books... but oh, how they call to me...
anyway, just wanted to complain for a bit. Villette is actually a pretty cathartic read at this point, lol - Lucy Snowe is a narrator who will not hesitate to jump into the deep end of misery at any point, while disguising it as the practical and logical way to live. her whole "I'll simply content myself with a boring life of consistent but mild displeasure, rather than strive for greater and become hurt when things go wrong" mindset is too eerily close to some patterns of behavior I've been grappling with recently...
okay, it's not that serious. but after a long few days of having the 1am closing shift by myself at my job I was looking forward to a well-earned few days off and, quite literally as soon as I stepped out the door today to walk to a little coffeeshop nearby to do some writing, my roommate texts us from his bedroom and tells us he's tested positive for covid.
so, there go any of my plans for my blessed 4 days off >_>
thankfully we've got extra tests, so my other roommate and I are going to test tomorrow to see if we've caught it as well, but man! this comes right after 3 or 4 consecutive weeks previous where every single day I wasn't working was rudely interrupted by forces outside of my control. freak snowstorms and ice on the roads shutting everything down, catastrophic issues with the dishwasher and clothes dryer that required maintenance visits, plans that were not communicated to me in the slightest that I for some reason still needed to attend... why is it that as soon as I've finally grown as a person enough to want to go out and interact with the world, it's taken from me in every conceivable way???
alright, I've whined enough. the biggest issue is, of course, the covid part - thankfully my roommate doesn't seem too seriously ill right now, and I'm hoping it doesn't get any worse and that me and the other roomie have somehow avoided it... but for now all there is to do is wait. we're all vaxxed so fingers crossed this is just a little bump in the road and not a huge pothole.
at the very least, being holed up inside will give me plenty of time to catch up on reading and writing! I'm currently reading Mary Shelley's Lodore and Charlotte Brontë's Villette, as well as paging through a few books I got for christmas about antique porcelain - and thoroughly enjoying all of them. waaay back in my middle-high school days I'd read up to 7 books at a time, jumping back and forth between them all at random, and that ability dried up for a while as I got older and didn't have most of my day restricted to sitting in a chair and not moving, but I'm slowly returning to that ability now, and it feels really nice. I've missed reading! I've missed the feeling of getting absorbed in stories!! now it's just the issue of resisting the urge to buy a bunch more books... but oh, how they call to me...
anyway, just wanted to complain for a bit. Villette is actually a pretty cathartic read at this point, lol - Lucy Snowe is a narrator who will not hesitate to jump into the deep end of misery at any point, while disguising it as the practical and logical way to live. her whole "I'll simply content myself with a boring life of consistent but mild displeasure, rather than strive for greater and become hurt when things go wrong" mindset is too eerily close to some patterns of behavior I've been grappling with recently...