State of the Clue
Coping.
The last two days were spent in some variation of a shock fugue. Today we both managed to shake it off and get things underway. First, we got my damaged car to the repair shop, and picked up the rental. They gave us a Kia, which will do for the week. Neither of us are particular fans, and we wouldn't buy one given the options -- for one thing, the gas mileage is criminally low for such a small, light car with neither head nor leg room.
I answered comments from earlier this weekend. (Believe me, there were a LOT of them, and I'm not in any way complaining!) Dominus folded laundry and started more to run. We unpacked the suitcases from this weekend. We moved the TV and living room chairs up to my office, where they will live until the repairs in the living room are done -- this was a somewhat humiliating experience for me, since I found I could not actually CARRY my half of the damned thing up the stairs properly. Whether it was the poor dynamics of gripping it, or being overextended trying to back up the stairs, or my collarbone objecting to the strain, I just could NOT do it. So I had to heft it step by step while Dominus held the other side up and steady.
There was a time, once, when I could, and DID throw that man over my shoulder and walk off with him... I'm sure I never signed off on this 'getting older' shit.
Anyhow. We went and picked up a replacement for the surge suppressor that sacrificed its life to keep Mandala House standing, as well as for the cable/DVR box that was drowned in the deluge. That one's going to show up on our next bill, and it'll hurt more than a little bit, methinks, but we should be able to get it covered.
We found that Allstate mailed their preliminary cheque, -- based on a computer tally without a physical visit from the adjustor at all, and therefore criminally lowballed, -- to an old address. *Facepalm!* At least this means we'll have the leverage to make the adjustor actually return our calls about it now, and possibly to get his lame arse OUT here to actually see that we don't live in a trailer park, and he can't get away with fixing this place on the cheap in hopes of maximizing shareholder profits. Prayers, mojo, and voodoo dolls to that end are widely appreciated, because I'd really rather not have to take anyone to court. Allstate is bound to have better lawyers than I can afford.
Yesterday, by way of trying to soothe the house herself, we made bread, each in our own way. Dominus set up a Calleigh Circle loaf, while I made applesauce ginger muffins so I wouldn't kill the yeast. We forgot about the bread sponge and let it rise overnight and about half of the day. By the time it went into the oven it had begun to ferment, which yielded quite an interesting flavour. First Cut is on the mantlepiece as a thank you. Ganesha got one of the muffins, which we thought he'd prefer.
Both of us forgot to eat today again. We promised each other we wouldn't do that, but we were at the maul replacing cords and cable splitters when we mutually realized that we needed to eat Right Then, or the blood sugar crash would be epic. On the good side, if this keeps up, we shouldn't gain much weight... I'm going to try and stop that cycle though. Loss of appetite is one of depression's forerunners, and if insomnia chimes in too, I'll have to re-up my dosage, which I've been stepping down since Mithramas. I don't want to have to do that, but I'll take the drugs over the alternative.
Emotionally, it still hasn't really hit me. I got a bit wibbly when we opened the freezers, and I saw immediate favorites staring out at me, all frost rimed, and I bemoaned a couple of specific things, but I haven't actually shed tears over it yet. Haven't even really struggled much yet. I suspect that will probably happen once I actually start to inventory the book damage. That's going to have to happen tomorrow, I think. Good thing I have the entire library entered in the spreadsheet![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
botia set up for me last year, or I'd be utterly fuxxored on it. Speaking of which, dear, please tell me when we can take you and your man out for a thank-you dinner. We definitely owe you that much and more for all you did while we couldn't be here.
The cats are clingy, of course, except for Mithril, who just is going stir crazy from insidedness. He's about to start rushing the door, but until it gets up a bit warmer, I don't feel safe letting him. Hopefully we won't have to have a Come To Mithra talk about it, and where he points his peen. *knocks wood* The felines seem to approve of the current arrangement -- having the Living Room shoehorned into my office, that is. Everybody has a place to sit without having to actually LOOK at one another if they don't want. The snakes find the television rather fascinating, though their eyesight is poor enough I have to wonder what they actually think they're watching.
Dominus is going back to work again tomorrow, and hopefully I'll be able to excavate my way to the dining room table, so I can get to the painting supplies, and continue work before the misket welds itself down permanently. I think it'd feel good to do something with my hands that ISN'T destructive, or repairing damaged things. Also, I've got more work to do on either Blood Will Tell, or The Moirae Set, whichever presents itself first. So hopefully I can keep myself reasonably busy between those, and cooking squash soup for dinner. (If I cook it, maybe the smell will remind us to actually EAT it, yaknow?)
So anyway. We're coping. Things are moving, though not so fast nor so smoothly as we could wish, and so long as they continue to move and don't stall completely out, I figure I should be able to pretty much hang onto the thermals and maintain altitude.
Sometimes that's about the best you can ask.
The last two days were spent in some variation of a shock fugue. Today we both managed to shake it off and get things underway. First, we got my damaged car to the repair shop, and picked up the rental. They gave us a Kia, which will do for the week. Neither of us are particular fans, and we wouldn't buy one given the options -- for one thing, the gas mileage is criminally low for such a small, light car with neither head nor leg room.
I answered comments from earlier this weekend. (Believe me, there were a LOT of them, and I'm not in any way complaining!) Dominus folded laundry and started more to run. We unpacked the suitcases from this weekend. We moved the TV and living room chairs up to my office, where they will live until the repairs in the living room are done -- this was a somewhat humiliating experience for me, since I found I could not actually CARRY my half of the damned thing up the stairs properly. Whether it was the poor dynamics of gripping it, or being overextended trying to back up the stairs, or my collarbone objecting to the strain, I just could NOT do it. So I had to heft it step by step while Dominus held the other side up and steady.
There was a time, once, when I could, and DID throw that man over my shoulder and walk off with him... I'm sure I never signed off on this 'getting older' shit.
Anyhow. We went and picked up a replacement for the surge suppressor that sacrificed its life to keep Mandala House standing, as well as for the cable/DVR box that was drowned in the deluge. That one's going to show up on our next bill, and it'll hurt more than a little bit, methinks, but we should be able to get it covered.
We found that Allstate mailed their preliminary cheque, -- based on a computer tally without a physical visit from the adjustor at all, and therefore criminally lowballed, -- to an old address. *Facepalm!* At least this means we'll have the leverage to make the adjustor actually return our calls about it now, and possibly to get his lame arse OUT here to actually see that we don't live in a trailer park, and he can't get away with fixing this place on the cheap in hopes of maximizing shareholder profits. Prayers, mojo, and voodoo dolls to that end are widely appreciated, because I'd really rather not have to take anyone to court. Allstate is bound to have better lawyers than I can afford.
Yesterday, by way of trying to soothe the house herself, we made bread, each in our own way. Dominus set up a Calleigh Circle loaf, while I made applesauce ginger muffins so I wouldn't kill the yeast. We forgot about the bread sponge and let it rise overnight and about half of the day. By the time it went into the oven it had begun to ferment, which yielded quite an interesting flavour. First Cut is on the mantlepiece as a thank you. Ganesha got one of the muffins, which we thought he'd prefer.
Both of us forgot to eat today again. We promised each other we wouldn't do that, but we were at the maul replacing cords and cable splitters when we mutually realized that we needed to eat Right Then, or the blood sugar crash would be epic. On the good side, if this keeps up, we shouldn't gain much weight... I'm going to try and stop that cycle though. Loss of appetite is one of depression's forerunners, and if insomnia chimes in too, I'll have to re-up my dosage, which I've been stepping down since Mithramas. I don't want to have to do that, but I'll take the drugs over the alternative.
Emotionally, it still hasn't really hit me. I got a bit wibbly when we opened the freezers, and I saw immediate favorites staring out at me, all frost rimed, and I bemoaned a couple of specific things, but I haven't actually shed tears over it yet. Haven't even really struggled much yet. I suspect that will probably happen once I actually start to inventory the book damage. That's going to have to happen tomorrow, I think. Good thing I have the entire library entered in the spreadsheet
botia set up for me last year, or I'd be utterly fuxxored on it. Speaking of which, dear, please tell me when we can take you and your man out for a thank-you dinner. We definitely owe you that much and more for all you did while we couldn't be here.The cats are clingy, of course, except for Mithril, who just is going stir crazy from insidedness. He's about to start rushing the door, but until it gets up a bit warmer, I don't feel safe letting him. Hopefully we won't have to have a Come To Mithra talk about it, and where he points his peen. *knocks wood* The felines seem to approve of the current arrangement -- having the Living Room shoehorned into my office, that is. Everybody has a place to sit without having to actually LOOK at one another if they don't want. The snakes find the television rather fascinating, though their eyesight is poor enough I have to wonder what they actually think they're watching.
Dominus is going back to work again tomorrow, and hopefully I'll be able to excavate my way to the dining room table, so I can get to the painting supplies, and continue work before the misket welds itself down permanently. I think it'd feel good to do something with my hands that ISN'T destructive, or repairing damaged things. Also, I've got more work to do on either Blood Will Tell, or The Moirae Set, whichever presents itself first. So hopefully I can keep myself reasonably busy between those, and cooking squash soup for dinner. (If I cook it, maybe the smell will remind us to actually EAT it, yaknow?)
So anyway. We're coping. Things are moving, though not so fast nor so smoothly as we could wish, and so long as they continue to move and don't stall completely out, I figure I should be able to pretty much hang onto the thermals and maintain altitude.
Sometimes that's about the best you can ask.