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zeborahMy inbox is a mess. I've read it all but can't remember if/what I wanted to reply to. At one point I managed to reply to something twice but mostly I'm forgetting everything. I'm going to go through and trash the bulk of it so I can stop feeling guilty. If you asked me something that wants a reply, try again.
Just, I have the concentration span of a-- I think I was just doing something. --Also my verbal faculties are back to abnormal. ("Back to" because I remember them doing the same in September.) Where was I? Oh, right, I was going to say I'm sort of reading my friends' lists but if something's a bit long or if I've fallen into the kind of stupor where my bed could burst into flames and I'd just shift back a bit, or maybe into the kitchen(1) if it got too hot, then chances are that even if my eyes move dutifully down the page I won't have actually read it. Responding to things that require any thought or consideration of nuance is utterly out of the question. Occasionally I start to try then give up and just close the tab.
(1) Footnote. Um. I'm generally sitting in my bedroom these days. Partly because the living room is full of a) books on the floor and the chairs and generally everywhere except the bookshelves and b) a cracked fireplace that isn't really any immediate danger but on the other hand why take risks? But mostly because I can see out the window if anything interesting happens, like posties or Red Cross or Aussie cops or the army; and likewise people out there who notice that the two houses on either side of me (that is, two on the left and two on the right) are all destroyed can nevertheless also notice that mine is occupied. But the kitchen table is also a validly useful place to sit, and the spare bedroom is also a comfortable option.
I think that concludes those notes.
Went to work for a few hours Tuesday morning. Getting there takes 50 minutes (including walking to/from the busstop) because the roads are still quiet that early; coming home took 2 hours (waited longer for the bus; more traffic; stopped to buy lunch). Original plan was to stay at work and later go to choir, but work had insufficient space and I had insufficient energy. I could still have gone out in the evening but that really would have taken 2 hours travel to get there, and even though someone'd promised me a lift home afterwards I just. The energy expenditure in going, being sociable and trying not to cry all evening just would not have been worth the rewards of singing.
I got another piece of mail - a phone bill, dated 17 February. My time sense is shot, but careful calculations confirm that was 5 days before the earthquake. (Day-before-yesterday's bank statement was from the 2nd March.) It does appear from NZPost's website that we've officially got full mail delivery in my street, but I suspect things will be wacky for a while. If anyone particularly wants to take the risk of sending something, comment with an email address and I can send you address options, but really I do have everything I need and everything transportable that I want; I'm just in the entirely predictable energy/emotional slump that arises when things thump you and then everything else is twice as hard as usual. You can't turn on the tap to brush your teeth, you have to go and get the kettle from the kitchen.
(I'm pretty sure the kettle is still on the bathroom floor. I was in a rush yesterday morning; caught the bus by a whisker and slumped by a window feeling like the bottom of a bird cage, planning to sleep. Ended up giving directions to two sets of passengers instead, which despite destroying all hope of sleepytimes did at least lift my mood.)
Yesterday evening read a bit, and frowned at Sandbaggers disc 3 which has "bad sectors" even on my good computer (will try it at my parents' house sometime), and dozed for a while, and tinkered on the web, and went to bed early and got up late. Telecommuting this morning again, da de dah.
Just, I have the concentration span of a-- I think I was just doing something. --Also my verbal faculties are back to abnormal. ("Back to" because I remember them doing the same in September.) Where was I? Oh, right, I was going to say I'm sort of reading my friends' lists but if something's a bit long or if I've fallen into the kind of stupor where my bed could burst into flames and I'd just shift back a bit, or maybe into the kitchen(1) if it got too hot, then chances are that even if my eyes move dutifully down the page I won't have actually read it. Responding to things that require any thought or consideration of nuance is utterly out of the question. Occasionally I start to try then give up and just close the tab.
(1) Footnote. Um. I'm generally sitting in my bedroom these days. Partly because the living room is full of a) books on the floor and the chairs and generally everywhere except the bookshelves and b) a cracked fireplace that isn't really any immediate danger but on the other hand why take risks? But mostly because I can see out the window if anything interesting happens, like posties or Red Cross or Aussie cops or the army; and likewise people out there who notice that the two houses on either side of me (that is, two on the left and two on the right) are all destroyed can nevertheless also notice that mine is occupied. But the kitchen table is also a validly useful place to sit, and the spare bedroom is also a comfortable option.
I think that concludes those notes.
Went to work for a few hours Tuesday morning. Getting there takes 50 minutes (including walking to/from the busstop) because the roads are still quiet that early; coming home took 2 hours (waited longer for the bus; more traffic; stopped to buy lunch). Original plan was to stay at work and later go to choir, but work had insufficient space and I had insufficient energy. I could still have gone out in the evening but that really would have taken 2 hours travel to get there, and even though someone'd promised me a lift home afterwards I just. The energy expenditure in going, being sociable and trying not to cry all evening just would not have been worth the rewards of singing.
I got another piece of mail - a phone bill, dated 17 February. My time sense is shot, but careful calculations confirm that was 5 days before the earthquake. (Day-before-yesterday's bank statement was from the 2nd March.) It does appear from NZPost's website that we've officially got full mail delivery in my street, but I suspect things will be wacky for a while. If anyone particularly wants to take the risk of sending something, comment with an email address and I can send you address options, but really I do have everything I need and everything transportable that I want; I'm just in the entirely predictable energy/emotional slump that arises when things thump you and then everything else is twice as hard as usual. You can't turn on the tap to brush your teeth, you have to go and get the kettle from the kitchen.
(I'm pretty sure the kettle is still on the bathroom floor. I was in a rush yesterday morning; caught the bus by a whisker and slumped by a window feeling like the bottom of a bird cage, planning to sleep. Ended up giving directions to two sets of passengers instead, which despite destroying all hope of sleepytimes did at least lift my mood.)
Yesterday evening read a bit, and frowned at Sandbaggers disc 3 which has "bad sectors" even on my good computer (will try it at my parents' house sometime), and dozed for a while, and tinkered on the web, and went to bed early and got up late. Telecommuting this morning again, da de dah.
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Date: 2011-03-10 03:05 am (UTC)Anyway today's a good day; there'll be more bad days; and then there'll be more of the good and less of the bad.
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