So I woke up this morning with labyrinthitis. Again. The good news is that (a) we’ve been here before so I didn’t panic and call 911 and (b) it’s a much milder case. But there was a point as I was throwing up that I thought, “What the fuck, universe, what did I ever do to you?” Because this has not been a good month. Well, except for Kamala Harris, that was good. And the weather has been beautiful. But Milton is still gone, which seems impossible, and my e-mail is still downloading about a hundred e-mails a day that I did not ask for (just got one from Woodsmith Magazine as I typed this) and now I’m dizzy and nauseated and supposed to stay away from screens. My life is screens. Come on, universe, cut me a break here.
On the other hand, there’s always a bright side.
Most of the stuff that’s downloading into my inbox is crap, some of it in languages I can’t understand and alphabets I can’t recognize, but there’s some interesting stuff in there, too. Since I check each one before I delete it to make sure it’s not from a financial institution (latest e-mail: New Braunfels Smokehouse) I look at each one and I’ve learned some very interesting things. (Kitchen Stuff Plus just welcomed me to their list.). Mostly that the number of subscriptions out there is astounding, most of them nothing I ever want to see again. But it’s not porn or viagra (thank god for spam filters) and aside from Etsy, nothing seems to be compromised (fingers crossed and don’t you dare, universe). (Bobbi Brown Canada welcomes me to their list.)
And my friends are a constant blessing. My delightful BFF and fellow writer Patricia Gaffney just had a garage sale (in a pandemic, go figure) and sent me this:
“no one at our yard sale yesterday bought the object I am about to send you. It’s too precious for Goodwill. No one deserves it as much as you.
She did not send a picture or otherwise identify the object. Considering the things I have loaded her down with over the years, probably the worst being an almost life-size animatronic pony, I am, as I wrote back, very afraid. (Books-a-Million wants me to claim my 15% off.). But I am also intrigued and it’s good to have something to look forward to besides more unwanted e-mails (Brainwave Shots just arrived) and wanting to barf every time I stand up. (Missy Empire is now in my inbox.)
There’s a lovely gentle rain falling outside, and I have two girl dogs snoozing calmly beside me, and since I’m lying down, the room is not spinning, so I’m going to count all of this as a win. Nothing but good times ahead. September is my favorite month of the year, I’m sure it’s going to be all good things.
My glass may have a crack in it, but it’s still half full, damn it. (Natchez Shooters? Really?)