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Well.
It's been- to borrow a phrase in the common vernacular: one hell of a time. I started to type up an entry at least half a dozen times in the past couple months, just to get back into the habit of pretending to be social, but for one reason or another, erased the notepad file, and put it off again.
I started a post the first day out of the hospital.
I started a post the day I was in tears after closing my hand into a loose fist for the first time, in April.
I started one after visiting Unbelted tourney in February, as it was the first 'get out of the house and see friendly faces' trip I'd had. Even if I ran out of energy and needed to sit after ten minutes, then needed to go home after two hours.
Frankly, myself is the last subject I want to dwell on in the past couple months, which I suppose is what finally kicked me in the backside hard enough to finally post something:
My hometown is on fire again, and many of my friends are being evacuated. All I have that is really worth saying is that firemen are my heroes, and I wish all the best to them, especially those who are being treated for injuries in the same burn ward I woke up in; they're in the best hands in the world.
Also, to anyone in town, Carla and I have a spare room and- thanks to Mike, a very comfortable couch. Having someone over helps us settle down oddly enough, and prevents things like 6am journal postings from insomniac geeks.
On the less weighty subjects which have been occupying my mind:
Star Trek was good but they gutted Uhura, gave Sulu a swiss-army-katana, made Spock into a pissy ho bag, and made Kirk into an even bigger pissy ho bag. Might as well have just named it "The McCoy show, starring Leonard 'Dammnit I'm a Doctor, not a physicist' McCoy"... Also why wasn't McCoy in the movie more?
While it is very bittersweet, there is a marked excitement to looking at armor to replace my old rig- even found a place in Arizona which makes marvelous sword fittings, run by a volunteer firefighter. How could I NOT give that man some business?
Finals for the online history class I'm taking are next week. I never thought I'd be so grateful for homework, but without the past fifteen weeks of assignments and research papers, I'd be stone cold crazy by now. Plus it gave me an excuse to re-purchase several of my lost history books, since I needed bibliographies and source info.
In the end, as the sun is coming up through the window, I'll close on the sentiment that Carla and I are deeply and sincerely grateful to anyone and everyone who has spared a kind thought for us, over the past months. As much as she and I are reluctant to face the world at large right now, knowing we had friends thinking of us was the single most comforting thought in the most trying of times.
If you're reading this now, whether I've talked to you yet or not; whether its been a week, a year or more, thank you for caring enough to wade through this post.
Thank you all, in the humblest voice I can muster.