chanter1944 | can't think of a suitable subject line

At least, not without going a) unnecessarily trite or b) un-funny, given circumstances. So yeah. I'm on furlough for the next two days, which is better than nothing by far, especially as I'm on public transport every day. I am going to work Thursday and Friday, because my coworker has a funeral to go to up north.

My mental health is... I picked the wrong time to poke myself in an unhealed, barely-treated mental injury. Some days are much less shaky than others, and I am safe and functional, but I will not deny, I've been better. At least the radiated mental pain has eased off, for now, and thank you for the terminology,

ysabetwordsmith. This whole virus situation is not helping my general state of untethered longing one bit. Add my general thing for competent medics into it, and...

When this whole virusy nightmare winds up, I want to have the biggest, most poster example of harmless controlled chaos family reunion we've managed in years. Heck, I'll lend a hand setting the thing up. We can't all squish into the back yard in Schofield anymore (dang it, I still miss my grandparents' house) but I bet the house in Waupun could fit us all... I think, anyway. I may be getting optimistic with the space we'd all need! If not, there's always the pavilion in Schofield.

I also want to go canoeing with you,

meimichan, and possibly cart you strawberry picking with my mother and the girls, if you're game.

There's hard lemonade in my refrigerator, but I am not letting myself drink it. That feels too much like leaning on the unnecessary in an unsafe way, or what could become an unsafe way. I'll glug water instead. That I know will help with the platelet donation I shifted forward to tomorrow. Take *that*, entropy and death and frakking evil, and play it on your home accordion. ... Nah, evil doesn't deserve anything nearly as cool as an accordion.

Oh, I just got an idea! *opens writing draft*