Yet, life goes on. I applied for some jobs, got a new social media all-but-contract (this is to say, it's at the handshake stage now), wrote some here and also on a fiction project that will probably never see the light of day, cooked a new year's dinner that was...well, passable but not my best. I took care of the kid, who pinched a nerve last night, Fish has been feeling awful so I've been doing bits of both of their stuff, and my mom is being particularly...mom...today.
I am about to fire up Lord of the Rings Online, and pretend I don't have more stuff to do.
I told my kinship (what would be a guild if Turbine were more conventional and less preciousssss) that I wasn't going to accept an officer position until my health was better. And at the time I told them, that might not happen. Well, last week I was "installed" as an officer. I guess I believe I'm better.
I mean, if you can work but it just pisses you off having to deal, trust me, that's better than it's been.
Still, I am going to spend the rest of the evening killing things.