"We don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory"
-Howard Zinn via my father, aint_it_hard
Dad's post earlier today in G+ encapsulates my generic sense of hopefulness today and this gut reaction over the past many weeks and months of having more challenge than I'm remotely comfortable living with. You have to have hope, you just do. And today I have a bit more than I did yesterday, so that alone is a victory.
- water heater being dumb, landlord still in Ireland, so really not the same timezone
+ guy coming this afternoon to hopefully fix it,
's got the latest crud, but he'll be home for sure to let this guy in.
+/- it meant a very modified bathing experience this morning, but I do not feel the worse for wear on that point.
's youngest has croup and so Crime Fighter will be visiting with other people for the rest of the week.
+ my reaction to this change in scheduling was primarily epic sympathy for having a sick kid. I've already sorted CF's daytime schedule.
+ I actually got some rest last night. Sudafed is doing the trick on the congestion, which is good. I am limited in what drugs are reasonable to take. I just have to be coherent enough to redose in the middle of the night.
- Crime Fighter's nose is officially runny now. Poor little dude. It means awful suctioning things will have to happen later.
- My hearing is rather impaired today, due to congestion. No pain, just pressure, warped sounds, and everything is way too loud. Yuck.
+ Despite the head colds all 'round, I'm ramping up my efforts to convince the baby not to eat every time he wakes up in the night. Last night's efforts involved a preemptive feeding at 10 and a non-feeding snuggle at 12. By 2, he was not having such tricks, though. I think that's a bit better.
+ It's payday. It's not my month to pay rent, QE's planning on contributing to the general bills fund Thursday, and the Grandfather Charitable Trust proactively sent some funds to be stowed into the baby's account and mine. When you add all that up, the hindbrain stops gibbering for a few days.
++this just in, my boss proactively said I only have to count Friday as a half vacation day, because I am going to a professional group board meeting, but then I'm doing Arisia stuff. I thought it was easier to mark it a whole day as "V", but yay! Now it's half! These things add up. And sometimes it's these little things.
+ Reading. I mentioned it earlier, but really. It's a good book.
+ The general positive uptick in my head means that the con this weekend doesn't feel like a monumental burden. I'm going to spend some of the time with Crime Fighter with me, and some without. I came close to ditching out on half of the weekend entirely because it seemed to stressful and I was feeling really crappy. However, the stubborn part of my brain kept saying, no. I should do this. I need to go do adult things for a few hours. Remind myself I'm capable of such things. Maybe I'll bring my paints with me (since I'm not knitting right now). Just Keep Swimming