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To summarize:
My mom has had intermittent issues with heart arrhythmia for the past several years, for which she takes various medications. Because of this (and because she and Dad are both over 70), she's in the high-risk category if she gets Covid-19.
Yesterday she had what may or may not have been an episode of atrial fibrillation, possibly brought on by generalized anxiety. She had an emergency phone call with whatever cardiologist was on-call yesterday, and then a scheduled video appointment with her cardiologist this morning, the upshot of which is that because she was feeling much better by yesterday evening and this morning, they don't want her to risk coming in to urgent care, and instead will be shipping her some equipment so she can take her own readings at home.
Also, and this part I didn't know until Nick told me tonight (after I told him this story), Mom and Dad are both supposed to be staying home for 14 days because they'd been in to NYC recently and ought to be self-isolating.
Despite all this, Mom and Dad drove up to Ithaca this afternoon to give me the Camry we keep as the family's general spare car, and also some random supplies and the rest of my childhood documents in case I get stuck at home in self-isolation and am consequently very bored. We didn't touch, and I'm going to scrub the car within an inch of its life tomorrow, but seriously, WHAT THE FUCK.
...
In her defense, Mom told me that not only does she not want me relying on public transportation (both for contagion risks and because who knows if the buses might get ordered to stop altogether), she also wants me to have a car in case I need to get down to New Jersey in a hurry if she and/or Dad have a medical emergency. Which is not an unreasonable worry, nor an unreasonable backup plan.
But still! What the fuck!
...
In other news, Not the IRS has issued an official position statement that we are an essential business (tax prep being a subset of accounting) and are therefore remaining open, though under drop-off only protocols to comply with the CDC's social distancing recommendations. However, my specific office may or may not end up closing after next week; if so, all Ithaca operations will consolidate down in the valley office.
I have not heard anything from the rental company.
Other stuff:
1. I wrote ~460 words of the Narnia/Naruto crossover. Still and-thenning my way through, partly because I know I will lose all momentum if I go back and start converting raw guts draft into proper narrative, and partly because I won't know what emotional realizations and foreshadowing I'll need to retroactively insert until I hit the end and do a quick reread to find where I'm missing the support structure for various choices and events.
2. Read chapter 3 of Expelling the Poor.
3. Finished crossposting my Magnus Archives ficlets to AO3. This involved me doing a quick but complete reread of Alice in Wonderland (to verify that a certain quote commonly attributed to that book does not, in fact, appear anywhere in its text), which was not really what I expected to do with my evening.
4. Dumped my kitchen compost into the communal bin. Which, in a frustrating turn of events, has been moved from the curb back into the yard but NOT, crucially, emptied or replaced with a clean new bin. *headdesk* I mean, it won't kill us to have the bin in the yard for a few more weeks, but I find the compost company's utter failure to keep their end of the contract deeply annoying on principle.
...
I'm going to go eat dinner now.
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ETA: Oh, also! I listened to the season 5 trailer for the Magnus Archives today. *muffled screaming intensifies*
My mom has had intermittent issues with heart arrhythmia for the past several years, for which she takes various medications. Because of this (and because she and Dad are both over 70), she's in the high-risk category if she gets Covid-19.
Yesterday she had what may or may not have been an episode of atrial fibrillation, possibly brought on by generalized anxiety. She had an emergency phone call with whatever cardiologist was on-call yesterday, and then a scheduled video appointment with her cardiologist this morning, the upshot of which is that because she was feeling much better by yesterday evening and this morning, they don't want her to risk coming in to urgent care, and instead will be shipping her some equipment so she can take her own readings at home.
Also, and this part I didn't know until Nick told me tonight (after I told him this story), Mom and Dad are both supposed to be staying home for 14 days because they'd been in to NYC recently and ought to be self-isolating.
Despite all this, Mom and Dad drove up to Ithaca this afternoon to give me the Camry we keep as the family's general spare car, and also some random supplies and the rest of my childhood documents in case I get stuck at home in self-isolation and am consequently very bored. We didn't touch, and I'm going to scrub the car within an inch of its life tomorrow, but seriously, WHAT THE FUCK.
...
In her defense, Mom told me that not only does she not want me relying on public transportation (both for contagion risks and because who knows if the buses might get ordered to stop altogether), she also wants me to have a car in case I need to get down to New Jersey in a hurry if she and/or Dad have a medical emergency. Which is not an unreasonable worry, nor an unreasonable backup plan.
But still! What the fuck!
...
In other news, Not the IRS has issued an official position statement that we are an essential business (tax prep being a subset of accounting) and are therefore remaining open, though under drop-off only protocols to comply with the CDC's social distancing recommendations. However, my specific office may or may not end up closing after next week; if so, all Ithaca operations will consolidate down in the valley office.
I have not heard anything from the rental company.
Other stuff:
1. I wrote ~460 words of the Narnia/Naruto crossover. Still and-thenning my way through, partly because I know I will lose all momentum if I go back and start converting raw guts draft into proper narrative, and partly because I won't know what emotional realizations and foreshadowing I'll need to retroactively insert until I hit the end and do a quick reread to find where I'm missing the support structure for various choices and events.
2. Read chapter 3 of Expelling the Poor.
3. Finished crossposting my Magnus Archives ficlets to AO3. This involved me doing a quick but complete reread of Alice in Wonderland (to verify that a certain quote commonly attributed to that book does not, in fact, appear anywhere in its text), which was not really what I expected to do with my evening.
4. Dumped my kitchen compost into the communal bin. Which, in a frustrating turn of events, has been moved from the curb back into the yard but NOT, crucially, emptied or replaced with a clean new bin. *headdesk* I mean, it won't kill us to have the bin in the yard for a few more weeks, but I find the compost company's utter failure to keep their end of the contract deeply annoying on principle.
...
I'm going to go eat dinner now.
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ETA: Oh, also! I listened to the season 5 trailer for the Magnus Archives today. *muffled screaming intensifies*
