I've been feeling insular lately. This must be a time for looking inward. Perversely, I'm also craving connections with others and yet feeling the impotency of those cravings. Connecting is hard. And risky. I'm really not a good judge of character.
Mostly I think it's just that we've all been sick with minor, niggling life-changing complaints for months now. We've been shut up here for far too long. It doesn't do much for my thinking. It skews my perspective and brings out the misanthropist in me.
The walls of our house are covered in mould. The roof is in poor condition; the gutters rusted through. I worry that the damp in the roof and walls might affect the wiring and cause a fire. I clean off the mould and within a week or two it's back. I don't even make it to the other side of the room before it's time to start again. I've been asking the real estate agent to fix it for years. I probably shouldn't say this, but what the hell; in my experience, it takes a special kind of asshole to be successful in that line of work. (I'm sure that that real estate agent you know is totally an exception though.)
Ly is going through that mandatory clingy stage that makes it hard to get things done. Not to mention that she's napping through dinner and then keeping us awake well into the night.
That Guy can't shake the lingering effects of the last cold and has been away a lot on virtual orc hunting trips. He tells us they are not so much bad as misunderstood. I pretend to care. I don't do a very good job.
Our home ed choir performed in public for the first time. It was a lantern parade to mark the winter solstice. The singing felt good. In the middle of our performance, Ly reached the limits of her endurance and began to protest, so I breastfed a grumpy, sleepy 12.5kg toddler standing up while performing in front of an audience for the first time in a dozen years. I should put that on my CV. I would if I actually had a CV. The parade felt slightly surreal, and was quite beautiful. Come back light. We miss you.
Also, Ly has been playing in the spice cupboard again and smells faintly of curry and cinnamon.