Last Day of Vacation

Wow, the week went fast. I think that part of the reason that the cats (especially Mimi) have been so mellow is that I've been home. Sorry, Mimi, don't get used to it.

I realized that I'll need more money, so I decided to sell my second guitar (they'll pry my "good" guitar out of my dead hands) and second bicycle. However, I still haven't found the charger for my camera battery. I ordered another used one on eBay, but it'll take a while to get here. So I'm planning to take pictures outside tomorrow morning with my cell phone camera before work. I also need to clear the junk in front of the storage closet so that I can get the bicycle out.

I have to remind myself that I'm loved, and I'll get through this. The only way out is through.

I did an impromptu meditation session while Zara was eating, and started to fall asleep. I feel very relaxed and floaty afterward. It's nice.

I need to eat and then work on cleaning and organizing the upstairs. I decided not to go to the UCC church tomorrow because I think that I need the time here more.

A Small Reprieve

I got my tax refund, which takes off some of the immediate financial pressure. I'm going to still follow my plan of selling the guitar and bike, though, because I need a lot of the refund to pay a lawyer with whom I'm working. But I did order the battery charger for my camera on Amazon, which should come next week. (I don't mind having two of them. Of course, now that I ordered two, I'm sure that I'll find the original ones that I have.)

I was about to go inactive on Younique too, and now I can do something about it.

Someone bought my backpack on eBay, so that's another $100. And I'm going to accept the offer for $80 for the bowlback mandolin.

Sigh of relief....

Oh, bloody hell....

My mom's white cell count is basically nonexistent, so they've stopped the chemo. Now her platelet count is low too. They basically have her staying home in isolation, and taking her temperature every few hours to make sure that she isn't getting an infection. Christmas is up in the air, depending on how she's doing. Not that I really care about Christmas. I'm worried about my mom.

We talked about three Christmas scenarios: the original plan, in which she comes down here, and then we go up to Chicago for a few days; my going up there to Detroit for Christmas if she's allowed to see people, but doesn't feel up to the drive; and not getting together for Christmas if they won't allow her to see anyone. Two of those scenarios involve getting a pet sitter, so I'm going to see if the pet sitter is available and explain that everything is up in the air right now.

I'm also going to wrap my aunt and uncle's presents in case I need to mail them to Chicago. Finding a mailing box would be good too.

I guess all I can do is keep on keeping on, but I feel like screaming.