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Summer of Suck 2.0: Now what?

You’re might sick of reading about my Summer of Suck but hey! This is my blog.

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Today is day eleven post-op and I’m feeling OK. I go back to the surgeon again later this week.

Strangely, I think I felt a bit better around day five than, say, day nine. Apparently recovery isn’t a linear process. My chief complaints are basic: fatigue and lack of appetite. Both of these are better than pain, I guess.

A lot of my life was in limbo these last six weeks and now I’m left with the “What Next?” question.

A much-anticipated trip to Italy was postponed. We hope to reschedule the mother-daughter jaunt for Spring 2017.

I’m missing two weddings in LA including Matt’s and I’m very sad about that.

It looks like I can go to LA for this Bon Iver show and perhaps to DC for this Sia show (I have tickets for the Brooklyn show and am looking for friends to join me, hint hint).

I just booked my first post-op business trip. Am I up to it?

Do I dare try to squeeze in a vacation before year end?

Is it too soon to talk to Mom about how to avoid Christmas being a disaster?

I realize that these are nice problems to have, of course. Just have too many thoughts in my head right now. Thanks for all your love and support, particularly of late.

 

Update: ha, ha! Everything is terrible. None of that went according to plan.

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Endings are hard (TV endings I mean)

I have a weird tendency to not watch the ending of TV series I like. You’ll notice that I didn’t say “habit” but “tendency” because I swear it’s unintentional.

I feel like I may have told you this at some point. Did I? My memory isn’t the greatest right now, still.

To this day, I haven’t watched the finale of 30 Rock, in spite of it being one of my top five favorite shows of all time.

Property of NBC or similar

Property of NBC or similar

Part of that stems from the whole Hazel character introduction because UGH. The rest is me worrying that the ending won’t live up to the show. Continue reading

Working remotely

Tobys

Today at the coffee shop…

Australians ordering flat whites.

The guy I pretend not to see, and not to know.

Two people, one male and one female, who look like troll dolls come to life. Maybe it’s the beanies.

Lounging long-haired lesbians

The man who looks like Val from Dancing with the Stars (but only in profile)

A photographer, and a stylist and an artfully rumpled model looking bored

A woman resembling grown up Lorde

Me listening to Sia on repeat while writing a handful of proposals, booking business trips to Nashville and London, and marveling at this tweet: