Well, it had to happen. Since we mask pretty religiously around here, we haven’t had much in the way of respiratory illness since March of 2020, when the Princess brought back what might have been the very first strain of plague just before the airlines shut down. She and her bestie had spent years saving up for that vacation, and managed to get home right before lockdown. At the time we thought it was just travel crud…but now I wonder.1
Anyway, the weather has shifted. We went from dry 90F days to mid-60s and rainy, and at first I thought the Prince and I were simply adjusting to the change. Then came the fever, the coughing, and the need to go looking in the medicine cabinet for a box of Mucinex2. We’re still not sure if it’s Covid, RSV, flu, or just an opportunistic virus taking advantage of stress and weather change.
Yesterday was the worst, and it aligned with pushing to finish the copyedits on Sons of Ymre 2. Thankfully this copyeditor is one of my very favorites, since she does not attempt to rewrite my book(s) in her own voice as some have. Don’t get me wrong–CEs are unsung heroes 98% of the time! It’s just that the remaining 2% can be…rather a doozy, and sooner or later statistics bite everyone. So it wasn’t that bad, but I had other things planned for the day as well and had to put them off in order to get the most critical stuff out the door.
There’s also rather good news about the Ymre books I can’t share yet, though I can say that the first two Ghost Squad ones are about to go live in audiobook. (All four Roadtrip Z seasons are available in audiobook too!) And of course The Dead God’s Heart is in audio form as well, if that’s your jam.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about John Scalzi‘s excellent point that “the failure mode of funny is asshole”, especially on social media.3 Yesterday saw someone I quasi-respected go full-on defending the theft of author/artist labor for so-called AI, and since they solicited my opinion on the point I gave it though I was pretty sure the request was disingenuous in the extreme. I was right, and remarked upon it on social media…and of course, along came a troll.
A few years ago I might have granted some grace, or simply muted. Now? Blockity-block-block, motherfuckers. Blocking is self-care, and if you’re trying to be “funny” but the vibe hits me the wrong way, out the airlock you go. I had a moment of, “is this person just trying to be amusing, and failing dreadfully?” Then I realized I didn’t care, between my current physical misery and the need to ruthlessly curate my life and space.
Life is too short to do emotional labor for jackass randos.
At least there’s rain. Someone in the neighborhood has a wood stove going, too, which would be pleasant if I wasn’t hacking up a lung. Boxnoggin isn’t going to like a short ramble rather than a long one today, though perhaps the damp will change his mind. Each year when the rains roll in he is dead convinced I have changed the weather just to spite him personally, and gives me long-suffering looks while lifting his paws as high and delicately as possible. Poor fellow, to him we are incomprehensible gods, dispensers of good things but also torments.
I’ll give him a bit of yesterday’s bacon when we get home. That should salve the sting.
The world looks rather underwater-funny, since I’m still rocking a mild fever. But so much has to get done today, and I can’t put much of it off. Being where the buck stops means one can arrange things to suit oneself, certainly–but also means that there is no last resort or backup. I’m just enduring until I can return to the relative comfort of horizontal, whether it be on couch or bed. Vertical rather sucks right now, and even coffee isn’t helping.
Time to get Thursday cleaned up and ready for the merry-go-round.
- And the utter failure of public health in the US means we literally can’t tell if we’ve had plague or…something else. ↩︎
- Guaifenesin is WONDERFUL, especially if one’s lungs feel a bit congested. ↩︎
- Scalzi’s comment policy was also a model for my own, when I allowed such things. ↩︎