California Canuk

I just can't even with 2020 anymore. I thought I was coping pretty well, to be honest. I mean, I'm an extrovert, but I'm not an idiot so staying away from people--while difficult--has been a no-brainer. My hair has grown to ridiculous lengths, I haven't had a pedicure in 6 months, and I've even started making my own sourdough bread, FFS.  But I was handling it.  D and I had found our routine; I sacrificed my hobby room so he could have a dedicated work-from-home space with a door. We watched a bunch of stuff in our Netflix queue, we had game nights over Zoom with friends, we started meditating. We can do this. We ARE doing this!  Or so I thought. Jacques had his first seizure on August 2 at about 8 in the morning. A second one followed 4 days later. We got him in to see his vet who ran a full blood panel but found nothing. We started him on anti-seizure medication and made an appointment to see a neurologist. Monday the neurologist told us our beloved Frenchie, only...

 So, 2020. Amirite? What a shit show. But in all seriousness, I know a lot of my family and friends are worried about me since California has been on fire for what seems like forever but has really only been a few weeks , and now Oregon has decided it felt left out , which means I appear to be living on the set of some kind of post-apocalyptic film production except Hollywood is largely shut down so this must be my reality somehow. When I wrote my previous post in December 2018 about being homesick, I had no idea that a year later California, and the rest of the world, would be inundated by a virus that could potentially make me very actually sick. And then only 8 months later something called PM2.5 , something I'd never even heard of before, would be doing its damnedest to get into my lungs and fuck my shit up and it is LITERALLY EVERYWHERE RIGHT NOW.  Friends and family, I can tell you not to worry and that I'm fine, and this is actually true right now. We have good quali...