| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shotgun down the avalanche Overcast Saturday here and we are not doing much of anything. C is digging through the Neil Young archives online and I've mostly been reading and enjoying the relative quiet. It's been such an exhausting semester but now we only have a month left and, honestly, after Thanksgiving it will feel as though we are just shotgunning down the avalanche. Thanksgiving here will be appropriately small. Just C. and I, his mother, my brother and his daughter. I'm a little nervous even about that but otherwise his mother will be alone. My brother and niece could go to my cousin's but I know he's been feeling lonely and adrift post-divorce so I am telling him to use some common sense and social distance/quarantine beforehand and just spend it with us instead. I hope I don't regret this later. In any case I will not be allowing hugs or other physical contact and we'll probably throw open the windows for extra circulation. Luckily, it won't be very cold here. If we had a proper-sized patio I'd just make us eat outside, but alas. In any case, I'm rather relieved that all of this means we don't have to go C's sister's and put up with her boorish husband. Silver linings and all that. Speaking of quarantine, etc., I had to get a COVID test this week. Not because I think I've been exposed or have any symptoms, but because I'm having a routine medical procedure on Wednesday and it's a requirement. The test was a drive-by situation and it was the so-called 'brain tickle' kind and I am here to tell you that it hurt. As in, it felt they pushed the swab up my nose, through the sinus cavity and into my eye socket. Instant headache that lasted two hours. Good times. Do not recommend. Oh, and speaking of that, P's mom tested positive after exhibiting some symptoms. She's 70something and lives in the mountains and they thought she was following lockdown, etc, but as it turns out she's been socializing with friends and eating at restaurants. She's OK, but for fuck's sake, still. All I want to do right now is curl up in my chair with my book, a fire and a glass of wine. I think I may go make that happen sooner than later in a small attempt to delay the aforementioned shotgunning down the avalanche. Some much-needed calm before the final school storm. 3:25 pm - 21.11.20
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