Dept. of State of the Union
Tuesday, 7 February 2023 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaffy_rYep. I Aten't Dead
I'm exhausted, but I'm not dead.
I'm sad, because we're going to have to watch our little Teddy - all bones, now - go slowly across the bridge, because we can't afford further medical care. We have enough somewhere to bring the vet to him, as we've done with all our previous cats. But the further costs look like they'd be in the four-digit range. The vet we took him to today got, what Bob called the ugly truth about finances affecting Teddy's care. She understood, and gently walked around what we should expect. And it's got one ending. We do hope to have him for a few weeks yet, as long as he isn't in palpable pain.
I'm not quite overwhelmed by having more work than I expected to have all at once. I'm working on a second piece for the Rich North Shore School, one involving multiple interviews. I also got work from the local news outlet I first contacted. The editor even paid me for a story she sent me to at the last meeting that she discovered shouldn't have been assigned. She wants me to write a couple of smaller stories every week, if she can sweet talk the publisher into that kind of regular pay-out. I've invoiced my first two jobs, and we'll see how difficult it will be to get paid.
I'm watching the State of the Union. I'm not sure I'll be able to watch the GQP response. I want to keep my dinner down. Nor am I going to watch the response from the far left (in this case, the Working Families Party) because I know they'll be bringing up very important issues, but with a maximum of anti-Biden ... maybe not vitriol, but professionally progressive disdain. I don't have enough spoons for that - and I figure I've moved steadily toward the progressive end of the political spectrum.
I'm not sure why I'm watching this. I've been shouting "You asshole!" "Fuck You!" as the GQP House and Senate members mill around. I don't know that this will be good for my blood pressure. And yet, here I am.
How are you all, good people?
I'm exhausted, but I'm not dead.
I'm sad, because we're going to have to watch our little Teddy - all bones, now - go slowly across the bridge, because we can't afford further medical care. We have enough somewhere to bring the vet to him, as we've done with all our previous cats. But the further costs look like they'd be in the four-digit range. The vet we took him to today got, what Bob called the ugly truth about finances affecting Teddy's care. She understood, and gently walked around what we should expect. And it's got one ending. We do hope to have him for a few weeks yet, as long as he isn't in palpable pain.
I'm not quite overwhelmed by having more work than I expected to have all at once. I'm working on a second piece for the Rich North Shore School, one involving multiple interviews. I also got work from the local news outlet I first contacted. The editor even paid me for a story she sent me to at the last meeting that she discovered shouldn't have been assigned. She wants me to write a couple of smaller stories every week, if she can sweet talk the publisher into that kind of regular pay-out. I've invoiced my first two jobs, and we'll see how difficult it will be to get paid.
I'm watching the State of the Union. I'm not sure I'll be able to watch the GQP response. I want to keep my dinner down. Nor am I going to watch the response from the far left (in this case, the Working Families Party) because I know they'll be bringing up very important issues, but with a maximum of anti-Biden ... maybe not vitriol, but professionally progressive disdain. I don't have enough spoons for that - and I figure I've moved steadily toward the progressive end of the political spectrum.
I'm not sure why I'm watching this. I've been shouting "You asshole!" "Fuck You!" as the GQP House and Senate members mill around. I don't know that this will be good for my blood pressure. And yet, here I am.
How are you all, good people?
