Of Flares & Roommates

So sorry for the dearth in posts, lately. I’ve had a hell of a run of flares! One after another, fatigue, or pain, or fog, or a combination to varying degrees. I’m certain it got set off by my horrible sleep when I spotted several clues that I was being monitored (for lack of another word) by my gang of abductors. I proceeded to shift my sleep schedule and switched beds and if I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t force it– I stayed alert. Good news: It seems to have at least temporarily thwarted attempts to take me (I THINK…) Bad news: poor sleep is a trigger for flares and… yeah.

But! I’ve been sleeping much better for the past week or so and my flares are lessening and I’m starting to come back from that little round of hell, so soon I should be back to normal. That wasn’t fun, but it was an interesting experiment. And there were no weird lights in my room, or shaking beds, or the rest of the weirdness I’ve come to expect after noticing suspicious clues, so I’m gonna call that a win. If nothing else, I learned from it, that’s for sure.

I have the luxury of that sort of experimentation because I don’t have a job or kids. I can sleep in or deal with a flare if I must.

Meanwhile–! The news I kept promising…

A few weeks ago I found myself thinking about my old friend, Mike C. (most of my readers know who I mean) and I called him for maybe the first time in 2 or 3 years. He’s been working on his books and as an innkeeper for the last 6 years, which is about the same timeline for a lot of the personal upheaval in my own life. Long story short, we haven’t been in touch as much for a while. It’s weird how time can get away from you with an old friend…

So we were catching up and I was telling him about this great house I live in now, Heron Hold, and he was telling me that he was staying with friends and then with his sister on the east coast and that he was hoping to move back west eventually.

I was like, “Wait a minute! Do you need a place to stay on the west coast? Because we have a furnished bedroom you could rent!”

Mike has longer term plans for another move probably late this year or sometime next year, but those plans are still getting worked out, and in the meantime yeah– what I proposed would work! Cat and I could use a temporary roomie for a few months for sure. There’s a lot of things we could use help with around this place, and it would be a chance to hang out with a good friend, and well… win-win all around!

A week ago, Cat and I had a zoom meeting with Mike and went over expectations and all that (and to give Cat and Mike a chance to at least virtually meet) and it appears plans are a go. Mike should be heading this way in mid to late April. By then, Cat and I should have our vaccines and we can let down our guard a little regarding social distancing. Mike himself is pretty much isolating with his current roomies anyway.

We’re all pretty excited. I think the pandemic isolation has made us a bit crazy. That zoom meeting, Cat and I could not shut up! I mean, my gawd! I think we miss people a little too much. But Mike accepted it with ease, as is his way, and I think Cat and I will probably calm down a little by the time he gets here. Once we have our vaccines, we can meet with several other friends, also vaccinated, carefully again, and I think that will help the hyperactive friendliness we have just now! LOL!

Other than that–? Not much going on. I got my taxes done, which means I’ll get the money to pay off some dental debt. I’m starting to feel normal again after those last few crazy Trump months. And… that’s about it. Flares have really thrown me off my game. It’s been BAD. But things are looking up and I’m hoping for an increasingly positive spring and summer.