Always Greener on the Other Side

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Isaac’s Log—Stardate: 2020.128 (Week 1,169, Day 7).

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Here’s a picture that I took earlier today, at 5:09 PM. I was able to spend a lot of time out in our yard today; it was good to get out of the house a little, even though it was often really noisy outside. I think that it’s weird living in a place where I have to wear sound-canceling earmuffs in the backyard (it seems sort of like most of the people where I live have more or less given up on the stay-at-home thing, so there are a lot of vehicles on our road again, and our neighbours have honestly been super loud lately); like, don’t get me wrong, living here beats being homeless a thousand times over, and our home is definitely a lot nicer than a lot of ones we’ve stayed in before, it can just be a lot sometimes with the noise, smells, and so on. I guess that the bottom line is that I’m just not really a suburbs guy, and that’s okay; I think that I just need to accept that I’ll need to either stick to rural areas when possible once I’m on my own, or live in a place with significant legislation against noise pollution (and in a place where people won’t just ignore the rules anyway).

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On an unrelated note, my cat turned seventeen last Saturday. I think that she had a good birthday; she slept through most of it, and didn’t throw up at all.  She hasn’t been doing great for the past few months, and there were days where I honestly didn’t expect her to live to her next birthday, so I’m really happy to have had my intuition proven wrong for once. I’ve been pretty worried for her; she’s having such a hard time using the litter box (she’s had a lot less messes, so it’s been easier to keep her clean lately, she’s just having a hard time actually pooping), has been vomiting a good deal, has a limp from her hip, and still has this terrible cough thing every now and then. On a positive note, she hasn’t been hiding at all or anything; she spends the vast majority of her day resting either by my bed, or with Levi in his bed, and she seems happy most of the time. My parents were hoping to get her in for a checkup at the vet, but understandably there aren’t really any open right now, so I guess that there’s not a whole lot that we can do to help her at the moment other than what we’re already doing.

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Today’s been kind of a weird day; I didn’t fall asleep last night until after seven in the morning, which even for me is pretty crazy. I don’t actually need a whole lot of sleep to function, so I think that probably the most frustrating thing about being a lifelong insomniac for me is just how boring it can be; just lying there for hours and hours, doing nothing, and somehow still not sleeping. I feel like I almost always forget a step to falling asleep or something, like I’ll forget to close my eyes (it is technically possible to sleep with them open, just for the record), or something annoyingly simple like that.

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Levi takes his artistic preferences very seriously.

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Even though I don’t know for sure whether or not I’ll get to sleep tonight, or how soon I’ll be able to get up with my TBI and actually start my day (some days I’m feeling well enough that I get to shower and make lunch for my family—again, not at the same time—and other days I can’t really sit up until late in the afternoon), life goes on. Days are still turning into weeks, weeks into months, and—whatever happens, or however much worse this pandemic gets—I find it a weirdly comforting thought that we’re technically always getting closer to the end of this weird period of history, and a return to at least some sense of normalcy. I’m still making slow yet steady progress on my projects (I’ve actually made a lot of progress with my invention lately; I think that I just need to have one or two good head days, and after that it’ll just be a bunch of paperwork—it’d be so cool if this actually turned out to be a way that I can have a stable income while not really being able to work a full-time job, and it’d be super awesome if it even ended up being lucrative enough that I could have some funding for other projects), I’m learning new things (today I learned that the German word for bat, as in the animal, literally means, “fluttering mouse”), I’m writing music for a worldbuilding project, I’m getting in trouble for washing my hands too much, I’m getting stuck trying to remember where dishes go as I’m unloading them, I probably spend a little more time than is prudent putting together animated GIFs, and I still haven’t quite figured out my brother’s taste in music.

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And the saga continues!

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Well, this post turned out longer than I was planning, but I’m glad that it kind of got away from me; I actually feel a lot less frustrated and stressed out than I did just a little while ago, I often sort of forget how much just writing things down helps me process my thoughts and emotions. Happy National Day of Prayer (I’m actually not totally sure if this is a holiday that typically has a greeting, since, now that I think about it, I’ve never actually heard someone say that), and happy early Mother’s Day to all of the moms out there!

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Today’s Question: You bump into your future self; what’s the first thing that you ask yourself? (Other than something rhetorical, like, “Hey, would you watch where you’re going?” or clarifying the situation, like, “Wait, where the heck did I ever get a time machine?”).

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Today’s Joke: Here’s one for a belated Star Wars Day!

What’s R2-D2 short for?

He has little legs.

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-Isaac““

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