I've had the most vicious head and chest cold for about three days now and it's knocking me on my ASS. My chest noises are unlike anything I've previously experienced. It's not COVID per the test but I'll test again today just in case.

The rest of my life is actually going okay so this cold is taking up all of my spare cycles. Just hating this. Gurgle murmur sigh squeak goes my chest. Could be walking pneumonia? Anyway if my sats go below 92 and stay there I'll go to hospital but as long as I'm getting enough oxygen I'm staying the hell away.

 Ghislaine Maxwell's husband dumped her by phone while she was in jail.

mmmmmmmmm

 Except for that one.... little.... thing....

I was let go from a really great job mid-last month. I have people to talk to about it so I won't talk about it here, but it was in virtually every respect the perfect job for me, and losing it has made me unusually thoughtful. 

Never mind that, though. My birthday month contained lovely walks, help with various projects, watching my friend put up an indoor sauna in his apartment and then getting to use it, (aahhhhh!), a housebakefilk at Peggy and Tom's, a steak dinner courtesy of my bro, a quick visit to the parents plus other rellies thanks to my son, a gift box of Oblique Strategies, watching a hilariously cheesy Turkish costume drama thanks to a recommendation from twitter, my youngest child's 30th birthday, also her buying me a burger and shake, flying through 1000 kudos for my fanfic on A03, starting to go to Osteofit (finally exercise classes I can stand), the commencement of biscotti baking, hitting 50k words on the next novel in the series even though I'm going to have to completely rip this one apart and restack it.... 

There was a lot of grief but a lot that's marvellous too.