dragonlady7

excavator photos, very dramatic, very annoying

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yeah that was. well. a lot’s been going on.

so i was at the farm for three weeks. the first week was like… mostly normal. the second week, Older Sister’s kids were up. I took them to the beach one day. The boys excitedly measured my house because they want to build a railing and staircase. Like, cool, why not!

Then the day they were leaving, the youngest one, my older niece, came down with a cold. Her older brother’d been getting over a cold. We didn’t really think much of it. So two days after they left, Farmkid also came down with a cold. Didn’t really think much of it. It was chicken day. We were busy. ALSO the culvert bridge that connects the house yard to the barnyard was getting replaced, which meant like, incredibly complicated logistics and a giant excavator and like, how the fuck are we getting these chickens from the barn to the farm store, and so on.

still dealing with that, wednesday morning Farmkid wakes up early and goes to check her own temperature and complains to her mother that this cold is not what a cold normally feels like. Her mother dutifully administers a COVID rapid test, which… comes out positive.

ARGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHH

My MOTHER meanwhile has also had the same thought, takes a test, ALSO positive. Cue older sister’s husband racing home from work to test the children, and discovering that sure enough, niece tests positive. NOOOO.

So anyway. I masked up and we all spent the next two days doing insane amounts of work while blowing through the backlog of COVID rapid tests. I decided to come home anyway, as I was supposed to, on Thursday; I worked my ass off from 6am until 1pm in order to do this, and left at 2pm. Got home 7pm to find that Dude had bought me sushi, which was greatly appreciated.

Friday was my birthday. I tested negative, so I went to work, and then came home and fell the fuck asleep. But on Saturday morning I tested negative again, so I decided I could at least move to my own bed to sleep in (I’d been in the guest room).

Like a fucking dummy, I’d told myself, if you want any fuss on your birthday you’ve got to make it yourself! be sure to order yourself a present so it’s there when you get home! I did not do that, so my birthday was, well, a little depressing. But that’s my own doing. I have spent several days now trying to find myself something to get myself to cheer up, and I can’t, my ability to buy things is still fucked. Someday. We’ll see. I’ll just binge-spend a bunch of money on something I’ll later hate, that’s how this works. Oh well.

But. I have survived, and I never did get COVID, and now I’m Even Older, so I’ll take it I guess. I did get a fic published on my birthday and that meant that I was getting comments all day long which was really the only bright spot of the day, so I am immensely grateful for that.

[Also grateful: everyone in my family seems to have recovered from COVID, largely, and no one besides Mom, Farmsister, and both nieces got it, magically somehow.]

And now I have caught up on sleep and am going to hopefully get some shit done today. We’ll see! (Your picture was not posted)