Wednesday is Mark's 2 weeks since dose #2, when he should be fully protected. We've socially distanced in our own home since COVID hit, due to his health issues.
Frankly, this has been a bitch.
The man has the world's strongest arms. They are my safe place. They are where I know everything is going to be OK. They are my battery charger, my soul refresher, my strength builder, and my confidence booster.
They are my "I love you", "I need you", "I believe in you", and "I'm proud of you".
I have been lost without them.
Tonight we cuddled for the first time since Covid.
I was awake at 5:15, and that's the last thing I'm aware of until 8pm.
Oh boy, I'm OK. I feel more OK than I have felt in months. The 2 are once again 1. We just watch TV for the last couple of hours. I'm now ready to go to bed. I feel tired and calm enough to go back to sleep.
The plan was to go to bed later tonight and try to sleep until it was time to get up.
LOL, the plan wasn't to nap for 2.5 hours first! Ah, such is the way with plans.
Good night everyone. Maybe you have sweet dreams!
Please tell your loved ones you love them. Never be shy about passing out hugs.
Everyday is a gift and we never know when something may happen that takes away the opportunity to hug or to say "I Love You".
I'm back in baby's arms, how I missed those loving arms!
THREAD:
It's hitting me hard teaching a couple of old ladies how to make their own e-liquids. The reality of this industry being so close to death is taking my breath away tonight. No FDA authorizations and staring at a tax so big it will be cheaper for some people to smoke. 1/
The 2 ladies are adorable. One is 72 years old and the other won't say her age. She just winks and says she's the "wiser sister". They are both widowed and live together. The live an hour away, and come here once a month to buy supplies.
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I no longer have the liquid they always buy. I haven't reordered liquid in weeks, since hearing of the first MDO in August. I'm so low volume, I can't risk financially getting stuck with product. My lease is up at the end of the year, it looks like I won't be renewing it.
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I'm having way too much fine with a time converter website. Boggles my mind that later today, it will be tomorrow in Australia. I wonder if there's ever a time when it's yesterday, today, and tomorrow all at once?
Off to look at a map! LOL Because I really need to know this.
I really don't do math. Or I should say my brain doesn't. If there's 1 day difference when you cross the international date line and there's 24 time zones then I'm going to guess there is no yesterday, today, and tomorrow at the same time. Correct me if I'm wrong. 2/
I found a flower that's called Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow because it's 3 shades of purple at once. HA! I did prove to myself that YTT do exist at one time, it just wasn't in the way I expected. Life's great!
This is my #ADHD brain having fun. IDK why I confuse people! LOL 3/3
I take pride in being a survivor. I've faced some pretty nasty shit in life, much of it I've talked about in other threads and in my blog. Yes, I'd say I've made the round trip to hell more than once.
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Being strong helps. But the past year has taught me one very painful lesson. I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I had adapted to life's obstacles and figured out how to survive. That is not the same as being strong. I'm much weaker than I thought I was.
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Like many of you, my memories are vivid. Mark was at work that day. Tom and I were home. He was working on his home school lessons, I was on the computer creating future lessons. I had the TV on. Suddenly, Tom came running into the living room and turned up the volume. 2/
We sat together and watched the horror unfold in front of our eyes.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I was my cousin Jeanne from WI. Our cousin, David, was supposed to be flying that day, headed over seas for work. Jeanne wanted to know if I knew where Dave was flying from / to.
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Music, Darkness, and Frogs.
Today's blog in a thread.
Years ago, when music was my life, I liked to play in bands, even though I don't like an audience. Audiences make me puke. But I love the music. I always played, never sang. Blessed with musical talent, I wasn't blessed with a voice. 2/
I can't hear myself well enough to tell if I'm in pitch (born with ear/hearing issues), so besides not having a good voice, my singing is pitchy and off key and that drives me nuts. I never sing for anyone. Well, almost anyone. 3/