“We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.”
~ Henry Rollins
After two and a half years, the Bass household (and the Martins) have finally welcomed Miss ‘Rona. She kicked her way in nearly a week ago and here we all are: achey, tired and disgusting. Although it’s not as bad as I thought, it is rotten – like a bad flu-like illness. We’ve just bedded in all weekend and it’s been perfect actually. I’ve almost completed my Stranger Things rewatch, played hours of Animal Crossing and had all our meals delivered. It will be a cruel twist to return to work tomorrow but it has to happen sometime I suppose.
It does feel great that it’s already September. I can’t wait for Autumn to arrive properly, it’s always my most creative and comfortable time – and I’m happy to start leaning into all things basic and cosy. I won’t lie, the last few months have been really tough and everything’s felt just a little more bleak than usual (I won’t go into detail but FUCK THE TORIES).
I’m actually going to reach out for some talking therapy to deal with the last few years and general life, which is something I’ve been thinking about doing for over a year and been putting off at every opportunity. It’s almost as if I’m scared of what I might unleash. Joking aside, I do think it’ll be great to learn some new skills to hush the negative voice. I’ll keep you posted on any major breakthroughs.
It isn’t all doom and gloom up in here actually – I’ve joined a Dungeons & Dragons group at work and I am officially obsessed. Our Dungeon Master is going easy on us as the majority of us are beginners just seeing what the craic is but my god, it’s so much fun. And all we use is a die and our sweet, sweet imaginations!
If you’re wondering, I’m an Elvish sorcerer who can shoot fire from her fingertips. I can’t tell you class or level yet as it’s all still very new but I am really looking forward to our next session. I actually ordered my own D20s (20-sided dice) in case I have to play from home next week and they’re just so beautiful!
Apart from that we’re just sick little pigs wallowing in our own filth with the dog and Mittens for company. I’m dreading work tomorrow but looking forward to the day I feel better and can breath the soon-to-be-Autumn air as Jesus intended: through the steam of an extra-hot, extra-wet soya Pumpkin Spice Latte.
Christa Act 