Admitting....Progress?

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So nice to not have morning TDP duties, so I could just dive into claims all morning. I zipped over for my COVID test, and it wasn't as confusing as I thought it would be. It really is just a right on Lewis to behind the hospital. They just shove the Q-Tip up each nose, roll it around for 10 seconds. It's not pleasant, but I've had worse. And my nurse was cheerful and joking, and for once my internalization of others emotions was good for me. Snagged more Splenda on the way back, but couldn't remember what else I needed there.

Lots of shirts got delivered - Tim's Last Unicorn shirt, my and Ashley's Annie: The Dayplaner shirts. I'm very happy with the purchases, but still opted to wear one of my own (of several copies) Last Unicorn shirt to the meeting. Lori commented on us both wearing purple, and I did show everyone the shirt, but managed to not mention that I'd happily buy the book and/or movie for everyone.

The Zoom meeting went really well. Lady Miss Friday joined, and Lynelle took time while we were waiting to show us Scotch. Kathy decided to go in order of tenure, and 1) I was shocked Omar has been there since he was 18...for like...30 years now, and 2) Kathy thought I started before JJD. I mean...we were Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, based largely on various staff members constantly confusing us. I decided a couple days ago that I didn't want to go into ADI's teaching and demonstrating patience, understanding, and grace there, since my 5 year is coming up and I think that's what I'm going to talk about there. But I did mention it briefly before moving on to my more worky note about how getting to do claims was both a gift from the Gods and the key to my seeing the full circle of what we do and why. And I got quoted later by another paralegal. In actually speaking the words aloud, I was able to further analyze and articulate more thoughts on it. Even later, it occurred to me that we might still be working remotely when my anniversary comes up, so all this worry might be for naught. At least that will calm my anxiety over standing or not. I fucking hate decisions.

Julian had texted me while I was sleeping about how great Pose is. I didn't have time to text him back until after work, but in the discussion, he finally fully admitted to fucking Dewey. And likely bottoming for him. This didn't summon that red haze over my eyes like usual. Honesty is always refreshing, I've dealt with this for a long time, and I'm pretty sure Dewey ended up addicted to meth.