Difficult day again. Of course the geopolitical thing, which, I guess I can at least say when I go to bed tonight I can be reasonably sure that society will still be as functional tomorrow as it was today. (I made an anxious run to the grocery to stock up, you know, just in case, and filled up my car, and got some cash out of the bank, because really these days you never DO know)
But also:
- a friendly colleague of mine who is undergoing treatment for a blood cancer, and I thought they had concluded it successfully, had to have a liver biopsy because something else seems wrong, and it's just, can bad stuff stop happening to people I care about? it's too much on top of everything
- they were taking down a tree near my office, I got to hear it ALL THROUGH MY SEVERAL HOURS OF OFFICE HOURS TODAY and between worrying about what was going to happen in the world and the not-great news about my colleague it about undid my concentration. I got some grading done but that was IT. (I did go back after lunch when the tree guys were on break and got some data entered but left when they came back again a little before 4 and started cutting again)
I'm just TIRED. Mostly emotionally tired. Things seem to have been bad and difficult for very long and there aren't a lot of consolations to make up for the bad stuff.
I had to put "Between Two Rivers" aside for a bit; she is describing some ancient battle and how it seems like thousands of men were killed, and the rest of that army just LEFT, leaving them on the field, and the victors did apparently (finally; there's evidence of scavengers) gather up the remains and bury them in big mounds, and it's implied it was like 5000 people and it's just.....people have always been bad, people aren't getting any better, all we do is kill each other and I don't want to hear about it any more.
And the mystery short stories I was reading, one of them by a little known writer ended with the missing Oxford undergraduate being found (alive, at least) after being kidnapped by a crazed Egyptologist who wanted to make his very own mummy and since I am claustrophobic and have that "fear of being buried alive*" it was a particularly uncomfortable ending to the story
(*not like buried-while-still-alive-in-a-grave, I know that doesn't happen any more, but like.....getting trapped under rubble or something in a building collapse)
I think I need to find a different book.
I did work some more on the mitts this evening, I'm up to the part where you start for the thumb part (you can't see it in this photo, though, it's on the other side)
I also realized I never posted a photo of the green waffle-stitch hat, which I finished over spring break. I think it's because I'm less satisfied with it - I washed and blocked it and it stretched, so it's a little too big. I might try rewashing it and putting it in a warm dryer (inside a lingerie bag) to see if I can shrink it a little
I'm trying to smile bravely in this photo but......this week has already been a lot*
(* I know, I know):
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