The Happiness Thread

I received a card today from a friend I've known for 3 years.



But I'm still afraid to tell her I love her.

 

Got an email that the house can be appraised. I'm so close to getting something right for once in my life.

 

Ah, yes, wait until the afterlife... It's always tomorrow, isn't it. Until there are no more of those. Then it's... Never?


Happy thing - I've got food on the fridge for now.
I can eat three meals/ day if I want to.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HAPPY DOES THAT SIMPLE THING MAKES ME FEEL?????!!!!
I go WEEEEE every fucking day, Madam/Sir...

PS: Fuck TP...

 

Currently two of our chickens are brooding. So in three weeks we are hopefullt going to have a few little fluff balls in the coop. One of them has delivered once before and proved herself a capable mother, so we'll gladly let her have another go.

 

Lol

 

Made 2 phone calls about the house today and that felt weird, but hey! I'm closer to getting it done.

 

We are under a state of emergency and all of my jobs are shut down for the duration, but we aren't under a stay-at-home order or request. The prime minister said if you wanted to go out for a walk or jogging that was fine, just maintain your social distance.

So I went for about a 45 minute bike ride along one of my old routes. My first >10 minute excursion outside the house in a week and my first real exercise in probably three weeks.

I feel a lot better.

I also stopped by the gym to cancel my membership and found it locked with a sign that (google translate) said despite no official request for a shutdown, for the safety of their customers and staff they would be closed for the next two weeks and membership fees would not be charged during that time.

This is in the Happiness Thread because while I didn't want to go during this plague season I was really making some progress before the problem started. That progress has, of course, evaporated between the rigors of an American vacation ("Why yes, I would like the 55 gallon bucket of onion rings to go with my bottomless Dr. Pepper, deep-fried cow with chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and a baked potato the size of a sumo wrestler.") and five weeks of self-enforced isolation, but it means once the emergency lifts I won't have to get my lazy self to recommit to signing up, I'll just have to get my lazy ass back down there. My shampoo, deodorant, body wash, and clean underwear are waiting in my locker and the rental workout clothes and shoes will be too.

 

Got a text from my realtor. The appraisal came through, and the sellers should have a response to the inspection today, so we're still pushing for a closing on the 22nd, which holy shit is so soon.

I might be in my house before the end of April!!!!! I gotta get internet set up so I can still work from home, I guess.

 

I am deliriously happy.



...Now I'm curious to know if it will make sleeping better or worse.

 

Better, much much better. I even woke up with a smile on my face. I'm not sure I've ever done that before.

 

Cadbury for breakfast? It must be Easter. Thank you, Jesus, for bringing us this delicious pagan holiday.

 

They don't scramble well though.

 

But do go rather well with pancakes.

 

One silver lining - my (widely-scattered) siblings and I, along with various other relatives, seem to have begun a weekly Zoom conference tradition.

 

My brother lets me video call with my niece two or three times a week. She spends more time giggling at herself and trying to swipe the picture away on the screen, but it's adorable and makes everything else a little better.

 

That was Christmas when I was a child. Good times those. Eating a chocolate selection box, plus chocolate tree decorations, and two tubes of sweets from your stocking...all before Christmas dinner. Then more chocolate afterwards, if you had any left by then.

 

Shit, just went shopping and remembered that Kraft singles (and their assorted competition) come in packs of...

Nope, I want you to guess first. Answer and rant in the spoiler.

Spoiler

Seven.

Seven fucking slices. A prime number. So you're either having the least cheezy grilled cheese ever or the most or some random freakin' leftover slice. And most stores only sell them in the summer because the locals think of them as something to go on top of a hamburger, and hamburgers (not Japanese "Hamburg steak" which comes without a bun, chopped steak basically) are only cookout food.

Seven.

 

I've just crossed the 40k mark! I know that's not a big deal to a lot of people, but before doing a bunch of research last year and joining an awesome and supportive writers' forum, my record was an aimless 20k. I've just doubled that on my current WIP. I'm actually going to finish this one! Even better, the last 10k came in twelve sessions! (The first 30K took closer to eighty.)

 

Good work. I am making it a challenge to write 150 pages in two weeks, so around 40k as well.

 

Dammit. I'd guessed 23. Guess I wasn't paying attention to it being cheese slices.

I think we can safely say that today is not the day for me to do anything more taxing than making sandwiches...and even that might be pushing it.

 

I went out into the garden and pulled a weed today. I'm so proud of myself. Gosh. What'll I do tomorrow? It stretches before me, unfilled....

 

Pull two weeds. Then four weeds the day after. Then eight, sixteen, thirty-two ... give the covid curve a run for its money. Pull ALL the weeds.

 

Ach, that sounds too much like productive work.