I was going to put up a guest post today, but this is much to late, and I don’t like to disrespect my guests by giving them short time.
We’re still sick-ish. Starting to swing up, I hope, though I’ve had downswings before after feeling better, so who knows? I’m hoping having washed everything that could be washed in hot water and soap and disinfected everything that could be disinfected with bleach cuts that cycle short. But with some viruses, all you can do is get sick again and again, each time weaker till it’s out of the system. I hate this type of thing because it usually takes a month to fully clear out of my system, and the last one left me feeling tired and out of sorts for another month, which apparently has a name and everything “post viral syndrome.” Eh.
This is particularly sad because today is our 34th civil wedding anniversary (we had a civil and religious ceremony, six months separated due to INS vagaries.) I spent some idle time wishing we could send our present mind and personality back to that young couple 34 years ago. Oh, the things we should fix. The things we’d do better!
Oh, the shock we’d give everyone who knew us then! And the new mistakes we’d discover to make.
All in all it’s not so bad, and once the boys are off on their own, provided health holds (ish) we will be fine. Most likely.
Today is also younger son’s moving day, as he’s moving back in with us for 3 weeks or so, until his next apartment is ready. He’s still looking for part-time or work at home work, so he can pay his rent and lift some of the burden. Hopefully he’ll find some paper-book-typesetting clients. He’s really more of a designer than a typesetter, and (no, not because I’m his mom. I tend to be more severe on my kids) does excellent work. And that can bridge the gap, as he’s hearing stuff like “yeah, we’ll have work in September/October but not now.)
We had a moment of panic as we thought he’d be left alone to move, and being fond and foolish parents were getting ready to drive an hour and a half down to help him, but he told us not to and got some friends to come help. Curiously, we spent our civil wedding day helping my MIL and her then husband move between apartments. However, in light of sinus/ear/upper respiratory stuff, I’m glad we’re not echoing that.
Our plans for this weekend were to do something we hadn’t done in… 3? years, since (for reasons having to do with university loan system, etc) our finances became crunched, and go to a nice hotel, and just write and take walks in the park, and just unwind together. We used to do that once a month and weirdly these tended to be very productive, both in writing, and having time to talk to each other without being interrupted by cats/daily life considerations. Yes, we are total dorks, and we often talk about plots which in turn feeds more writing.
However we decided going away to cough at each other and spread virus to unsuspecting people in restaurants was not really a good thing. Maybe there will be another opportunity in a week or two.
Meanwhile I have a late short story, a novel I need to finish, I’m finishing processing laundry from yesterday.
Maybe somewhere in all this we’ll have time to take a walk together at sunset, when it’s cooler. We can hope.
Of course the important thing is not the anniversary but the marriage. And that’s fine. Or will be once we stop coughing at each other.
I’ll return on Monday with a real post.