cosmolinguist | [121/365] here comes the sun (Reply)

Feels odd, writing this from the desk that's part of the built-in fittings in my bedroom: wardrobes and drawers otherwise, on my big monitor and external keyboard.

I've moved all my work stuff up here today, because the room where I normally work is a bedroom for L, mother_bones's visiting son. The other son J and his boyfriend T already have the spare room. She hasn't seen L for quite a while, and J since he emigrated almost two years ago. It's not the best occasion that has brought everyone together but the worst of that is over and she's clearly delighted to see them both.

D and I walked to Tesco this afternoon and bought provisions to make everyone dinner tonight and make sure we have stuff for breakfast tomorrow. The three of them got here just in time for dinner.

Having to make room on my bedroom desk for all my stuff encouraged me to finish a long-overdue tidy-up so I moved stuff to its homes in other parts of the house, threw away some stuff, and most excitedly bagged up a lot of clothes to donate. I have so much stuff I was never going to wear again and it's a big weight off my shoulders knowing I don't even have to look at it any more. It's going to a queer disabled friend and their girlfriend, and I'm delighted to know that they're benefiting at least as much as I am. I've so often been the poor friend who survived on other people's cast-offs, the least I can do is give my precious (because expensive) plus-size femme clothes to a good home!

It was a nice day. Lots of snuggles and time spent with D too, which was especially nice after a week where for one reason or another we didn't see much of each other.