and I am very tired.
Food for the day:
I just sent Sparkly off on a plane to Washington DC. (Where “just” actually means I dropped em off at the airport about an hour and a half ago.) The expected snow took longer to arrive than it was supposed to, but not quiiiite long enough for them to take off on time, apparently. There’s a nice steady snowfall coming down right now, and it’s starting to get windy. I hope everything goes well.
Edit: Sparkly says the plane is being “de-iced”, and provides these pictures!
(which is one of the Lord Peter Wimsey mystery novels by Dorothy Sayers.)
It’s been long enough since I last read it that I’ve been completely blindsided by several important plot points, which was fun. But I apparently also forgot just how gross and scary some of it is.
Today Sparkly and I did a bunch of housework and then went shopping, so we were busy pretty much all day. I want to record two things:
Sparkly helped me with the garbage and cleaning out the fridge, which is really awesome since it was feeling like an insurmountable problem to me. Ey doesn’t do as much housework day-to-day (which is mostly understandable since ey has a lot more other work to do) but I do sometimes feel a little put-upon so I’m very happy when ey helps me, especially with the nastier chores.
When Sparkly gets really tired, ey crashes a lot like I do. A lot like I do, except the “I’m so tired, what am I doing, I’m going to get X and then go straight home, why is the store so busy where is the X anyway why are people blocking the aisles” monologue that I do in my head, ey does partially out loud. And this is why I do so much stuff for em, because I totally understand that state of tiredness. I have all kinds of sympathy for that.
This phenomenon is related to the whole “I live in consensus reality” thing too, isn’t it?
I feel like I need to clarify that this isn’t actually as scary as it sounds. It’s not like I’m having really scary “this isn’t real” experiences all the time. I don’t actually feel like things are less real when I’m alone or anything like that. There’s just a disconnect between how I perceive? interact with? think about? things when I’m alone vs. when I’m with people, and I’m not really sure how to describe it.