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thepnutgallery) wrote2020-12-20 04:39 pm
thepnutgallery) wrote2020-12-20 04:39 pm
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Afternoon Glare After Midnight
I stayed in bed with Lady Miss Friday, but when it became clear after a few minutes that I was extremely awake, I finally got up and took care of things for Tim. Mostly pills and repositioning, nothing huge. Tootie picked him up, just so he could get out of the house. Which some people like. Lady Miss Friday seemed overjoyed to have the house back to herself. Y'know, for a cat. Eventually, I laid down with her and she slept under the covers. My mom called, so I got up and moved to the living room. It was a short lived conversation as Tim came back shortly thereafter. I lamented never being able to get high enough on weed, and touched on the temptation with G, since the chem itself was so easy to buy in bulk. He noted that even with G, I developed a tolerance, and I was taking massive amounts by the end.
For some reason, when I remember things on 33rd/at their worst, I mostly think of afternoon sunlight. But there were so many times waking up in the middle of the night, stumbling around, and concerned that Patrick or Justin were spending the night and would be disturbed. Neither of them ever visited that apartment, much less crashed there. I suppose realiti itself was touch and go at that time.
Tim, on learning that I was waiting for a space heater to arrive for Lady Miss Friday, lamented again that I've taken one of the most low maintenance pets you can have (a cat) and turned it into a full time job. And later lamented my grocery shopping, or lack thereof, as I try to save a couple dollars here and there....in the face of bills that are much higher and the loss of a side job, since I don't escort any more. Choose your battles, Tim, because those two are unreachable.
At a minimum, I had no trouble keeping my fangs sheathed. I'm pretty secure in my devotion to Lady Miss Friday, I'm a helluva lot better about groceries than I was when I would eat a can of garbanzos for a meal, and given his various ills at the moment, his crankiness is more than understandable. As the night wore on, he developed a headache. If it was a fever or due to covid, he couldn't get his surgery tomorrow. He grumbled that I didn't have a thermometer, but Tootie also doesn't own one, so I don't feel as bad. Tami wanted me to get a covid rapid test from CVS, but Tim complained that I'd need to Lyft there. She said she'd do it, but then called back later to tell us to get it delivered. She seemed flustered, Tim only brought up my car to pressure me into fixing it, and there are no OTC covid tests. That last part makes sense, seeing as how OTC STI tests are a just now emerging tech. He still needed a thermometer, so I said I'd get it from Ralph's. I needed a few things as well; coffee and such. I walked over, managed to get everything on my list (for $30, which is a much better use than the 10 packages of tortillas), avoided the *very* strong temptation to buy wine, and actually felt ambivalent about the walk. As opposed to my usual loathing. It did take me forever to find the thermometer, though. There was nothing by the pharmacy, nothing in the headache pills aisle, nothing in the first aid section....the best I could find at first was children's thermometers in that section. Eventually I managed to find a digital thermometer just sitting on the shelf, so I didn't let it stay there. Tim's temp was the high side of normal, but still within the normal bounds. He thought it would have been higher earlier....um....cool? He did, at least, laugh because my very clear goal when I got back was to get back to Lady Miss Friday.
For some reason, when I remember things on 33rd/at their worst, I mostly think of afternoon sunlight. But there were so many times waking up in the middle of the night, stumbling around, and concerned that Patrick or Justin were spending the night and would be disturbed. Neither of them ever visited that apartment, much less crashed there. I suppose realiti itself was touch and go at that time.
Tim, on learning that I was waiting for a space heater to arrive for Lady Miss Friday, lamented again that I've taken one of the most low maintenance pets you can have (a cat) and turned it into a full time job. And later lamented my grocery shopping, or lack thereof, as I try to save a couple dollars here and there....in the face of bills that are much higher and the loss of a side job, since I don't escort any more. Choose your battles, Tim, because those two are unreachable.
At a minimum, I had no trouble keeping my fangs sheathed. I'm pretty secure in my devotion to Lady Miss Friday, I'm a helluva lot better about groceries than I was when I would eat a can of garbanzos for a meal, and given his various ills at the moment, his crankiness is more than understandable. As the night wore on, he developed a headache. If it was a fever or due to covid, he couldn't get his surgery tomorrow. He grumbled that I didn't have a thermometer, but Tootie also doesn't own one, so I don't feel as bad. Tami wanted me to get a covid rapid test from CVS, but Tim complained that I'd need to Lyft there. She said she'd do it, but then called back later to tell us to get it delivered. She seemed flustered, Tim only brought up my car to pressure me into fixing it, and there are no OTC covid tests. That last part makes sense, seeing as how OTC STI tests are a just now emerging tech. He still needed a thermometer, so I said I'd get it from Ralph's. I needed a few things as well; coffee and such. I walked over, managed to get everything on my list (for $30, which is a much better use than the 10 packages of tortillas), avoided the *very* strong temptation to buy wine, and actually felt ambivalent about the walk. As opposed to my usual loathing. It did take me forever to find the thermometer, though. There was nothing by the pharmacy, nothing in the headache pills aisle, nothing in the first aid section....the best I could find at first was children's thermometers in that section. Eventually I managed to find a digital thermometer just sitting on the shelf, so I didn't let it stay there. Tim's temp was the high side of normal, but still within the normal bounds. He thought it would have been higher earlier....um....cool? He did, at least, laugh because my very clear goal when I got back was to get back to Lady Miss Friday.