Grandma Olive |
In the curiousness about ancestry,
the tube of DNA laden saliva was sent, prompted by encouragement from several
cousins and aided by the dinging of the Outlook calendar reminder beginning at
11:15 this morning. Due to crazy stuff going down at work that momentarily felt
like walking through hell-fire in a gasoline pantsuit, it was pushed to 12:00. And
1:00. And 1:30. Finally, at 2:15, I bolted from the desk, the office, the
house, and drove to the Post Office. The small mailer was deposited into the
drive-up mail box with the 5:30 pickup.
All week long, an undercurrent of
annoyance that was impossible to ignore made everything a million times more
difficult. The humming baseline of aggravation probably amplified everything and
nothing was truly as bad as it felt in the moment. The monthly resetting of the
cable box, a fact of life for a couple years and usually not worth much thought,
was suddenly infuriating. Work stress on multiple fronts with system issues and
project problems and unanswered questions that normally wouldn’t be any big deal, prompted a few
outbursts that startled the dozing dogs. Before and after work, there were
random tears during movies and while reading the news and Facebook posts. Cooking was annoying, as was the fact of needing to eat.
There was the echocardiogram and
awaiting word from the cardiologist. Bits of family history gleaned from
various relatives indicate that yes, heart issues run in the family, apparently
on both sides. A bit of vaccination envy crept in around the edges like a poisonous
fog after learning that many people I know in multiple states are already vaccinated
and the best I have is pre-registration on the state website, which feels like
the waiting list for the waiting list.
It’s good this week is basically
over. It is definitely time to shake this one off and reset.
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