slowly returning?
Apr. 10th, 2023 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishI feel more functional.
I have had a generally lovely long-weekend with Erin. The weather was crap: it's melting time, and thus mud season, and the wind over what's left of the snow was biting while the sun decided to hide until today. We had an honest-to-goodness hailstorm for about fifteen minutes Sunday afternoon.
So we slept and napped and petted the cats and the occasional dog, and made tasty and low-stress food, and watched an awful lot of videos about cats (manul / Pallas's Cats are still my favourite, though the weasel-looking jaguarundi are pretty great too), and generally just enjoyed being in the same place without anything in particular that needed doing. I feel suspiciously rested despite waking up at 6:30 this morning. I did still laze in bed for several hours, so that helped, but still.
It's ... really nice to feel functional again.
Mr Tuppert seems to have forgiven me for leaving, as well. I am about to go in to bed, and we'll see what he thinks of that; I suspect that will be the final "oh good you're really back".
Now I have two days of work, and then I fly out to Niagara for a week and a half, certainly for gaming and hopefully to see Steph as well. This will not be precisely low-stress but I've gotten good at making the Gathering into a vacation rather than a MUST DO EVERYTHING con so it will still be restful.
Eric and the rest of the 18xxers will be there; I'm looking forward to seeing them as always. Some of the folks from DC won't be, alas. More seriously, my friend Steffan has said that this will likely be his last year at the Gathering. Steffan is ... I mean. He's my friend, he's someone I look forward to seeing and talking to every year, we generally get in a couple of games and sometimes a dinner. He's a fine example of "i am not really sure how or why this person became my friend, they just are." Bah. I have never really learned how to deal with grief. And it's not like I'm losing him, we chat occasionally on FB. But still. It's complicated.
I have had a generally lovely long-weekend with Erin. The weather was crap: it's melting time, and thus mud season, and the wind over what's left of the snow was biting while the sun decided to hide until today. We had an honest-to-goodness hailstorm for about fifteen minutes Sunday afternoon.
So we slept and napped and petted the cats and the occasional dog, and made tasty and low-stress food, and watched an awful lot of videos about cats (manul / Pallas's Cats are still my favourite, though the weasel-looking jaguarundi are pretty great too), and generally just enjoyed being in the same place without anything in particular that needed doing. I feel suspiciously rested despite waking up at 6:30 this morning. I did still laze in bed for several hours, so that helped, but still.
It's ... really nice to feel functional again.
Mr Tuppert seems to have forgiven me for leaving, as well. I am about to go in to bed, and we'll see what he thinks of that; I suspect that will be the final "oh good you're really back".
Now I have two days of work, and then I fly out to Niagara for a week and a half, certainly for gaming and hopefully to see Steph as well. This will not be precisely low-stress but I've gotten good at making the Gathering into a vacation rather than a MUST DO EVERYTHING con so it will still be restful.
Eric and the rest of the 18xxers will be there; I'm looking forward to seeing them as always. Some of the folks from DC won't be, alas. More seriously, my friend Steffan has said that this will likely be his last year at the Gathering. Steffan is ... I mean. He's my friend, he's someone I look forward to seeing and talking to every year, we generally get in a couple of games and sometimes a dinner. He's a fine example of "i am not really sure how or why this person became my friend, they just are." Bah. I have never really learned how to deal with grief. And it's not like I'm losing him, we chat occasionally on FB. But still. It's complicated.