cosmolinguist | [197/365] it seems like years since it's been clear

I would have liked more sleep, but I woke up at 6 this morning.

So I watched TV (I watched four episodes of Ms. Marvel which is so much television for me, especially now that I can't really watch it at all on work days (this morning I still was relying on audio description much more than I'd usually expect to).

And I finished one library book (A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers, holy shit that was good) and read about a third of another, admittedly a short one (The Teeth of Joe Gould by Jill Lepore, a book that is about the longest book ever written (maybe, unless it wasn't written at all but it probably at least sort of was...).

And after all that, diffrentcolours and mother_bones did LFTs again. Hers is still positive, which is no surprise to her -- she says she feels okay now except for a cough that sounds nasty but apparently just happens to her any time she gets any virus -- and diffrentcolours's was negative which was a great surprise to him. As he was trying not to get too excited about the lack of a line showing up while he waited out the timer he'd set, he told me "If this is negative I'll do another one," and then he said "If the second one's negative..." and I had no idea about how he was planning to end that sentence but when he did I answered so quickly I probably would've sounded like I was expecting it: "...do you wanna go to the pub?"

"Yes." It was a beautiful day, I'd just been enjoying sitting in the sunny garden while the temp is still in the low 70s (it's gonna be one hundred goddam Fahrenheit degrees on Tuesday and only a few cooler on Monday) and it seemed like a great time to go sit in a pub beer garden.

He was hit by a lot of emotions and a lot of overwhelm and a lot of lingering tiredness so we didn't go crazy but we did have two nice pints (in my case, of the terribly named but tasty pale bitter Youth On A T-Shirt) and stopped on the way home for the kind of provisions, beer and snacks, that I hadn't felt up to replenishing on my own this week.

We got celebratory takeaway, from Tokyo Noodle, yum, and watched a documentary about whisky, which made me want some whisky, so I drink some of the Talisker diffrentcolours bought on Skye when he was there recently, and drank that while we watched another documentary about Robert Johnson -- I teased D that his still-addled brain had finally gotten down to the level for TV viewing that mine is always at, heh -- which left me very sentimental about my teenage relationship to his music, and got us talking about how differently music is perceived by someone like Keith Richards (who was interviewed for this) than it is by the youth of today, who have so much more access to so much more rock (and blues, and everything) music than even existed never mind was easy to know about than previous generations, and to what extent that's good or bad because surely it's both.

It was nice to have a halfway abstract conversation, it was nice to be eating and watching TV all in the same room (Gary loved it, and fell asleep contentedly in a chair after his efforts to get me to go to bed with him at eight o'clock proved fruitless) after twelve days of not doing those things.

I can't even say that I didn't know what I had till it was gone, I absolutely did know, I appreciated it all along, and I am so goddam grateful to have it back.