Meth Addicted Squidness

Ah, it is good to be home!

Yesterday The Amazing Bob and I were at Chemo Central. All went well but SUCH a long ass day! We had to leave wickedly early since, with the MBTA still fucked, the commute into town is two and four times as long. We left home at 6:20 and didn't reach MGH until 8:20. Normally that'd be a 45 minute trip at most. We were finally kicked outta the joint around six in the evening and home again, home again by seven. A 13+ hour day. Oof!

The beautiful, smart and wickedly thorough Laurieanne was on the job, making sure my TAB got exactly what he needed. She wrote everything down for me too so's I'd understand what was happening too. On top of everything else, Laurieanne's got gorgeous handwriting.

We're in brilliant hands there.

I’d brought a book—a scifi paperback that I figured would be happily, mindlessly engaging. Something about a town full of space aliens appearing out of nowhere in the old, wild west. Ya know, I loved the movie Cowboys and Aliens so I figured this little pulp would be just what I needed. Nope. Didn’t grab me.

Maybe it needed illustrations....of Daniel Craig. Yup, that's the ticket.

On the other hand it could simply be that I’ve all the concentration of a meth addicted squid lately. Yeah, that could totally be it. Why am I focus-free? Stress, babies, stress. That and the goddamned snow (piss, moan, kvetch). We’re due for another foot and a half tomorrow.

View from Chemoville. That white expanse is the Charles River.

It’s freaky as all blazing fuck to drive around my neighborhood—off the main drag. At the four corners of each intersection are twelve foot tall mountains of snow. There are six to eight foot walls of the stuff in front of every house. And now we’re in for another 18”?

My cousin Della and her daughter Maya will be visiting from Germany in May. Will the snow melt by then? Probably not entirely. When will I get to trike again!?

Back to that book though—I’ll give it another shot during tomorrow’s blizzard when I’m unable to get out of the house and there’s fuck-all to do.

Meantime, today I’ve got to venture out for TAB’s new meds at the pharmacy, storm panic buying at the grocery (because I respect all blizzard traditions. of course) and the packy. After all, is it really a proper Schneefall, a Neve Tempest if there’s no Jamo in the house?