further very little

The Boston Bean (what DO you call your non-binary child? esp when they're a fully functioning adult and living with a partner and acquiring other partners as they go along? I have defaulted to skookum bean, as well as beloved child. Any additional suggestions will be taken under advisement) got an email from their landlord asking if they were doing ok, and they wanted to answer them with --ha ha, we need to pay less rent, this is going to be an issue, at least until the virus situation lifts and Jared can get work--  So we talked about phrasing and intent, and I helped them edit the final email, and they sent it out (after a minor panic over the subject line - it is always the last details that trip us up?) and then had to talk. So we talked some more and they are thinking about a cat, because soft and independent and also soft and cozy.

I sympathize. I would love to have a cat, or a dog or a rat, or .... almost anything, except I think about caring for them in old age and up to death and I just cannot. It is probably worse with dreading, but the idea of losing an animal i love is just one step too far, and I feel like I cannot do that any more. Which is abject cowardice on my part, but yes.
 

Alice and I continue to remove daylilies from the southwest corner and side of the house, along with removing false bittersweet as we go along. There are a LOT of them there. My plan for disposal includes driving around the block and tossing them into various ditches in the neighborhood, especially on relatively unobserved land. There is a fair amount of farmland nearby, I can get stuff into those ditches.

I think we might have accomplished sourdough starter? Or at least starter of some sort. I halved it yesterday, and fed it and put the other half in a bowl with water and more flour and hoped something might happen. More than 24 hours and a half cup of sugar later, it has become a fairly well risen sponge, and I might try to make pizza on it tonight.

Gaudior posted:

"But a thing that I keep noticing, and seems worth pointing out, is that everyone has some fairly familiar ways of being in pain, and those are what we end up with around this. If you hate yourself, you probably spend the plague thinking about how awful you are for not doing more to prevent it, and how badly you're dealing with it. If you're anxious, you're probably terrified right now, of getting sick, of someone you love getting sick, etc. If you're super-driven, you're probably overworking right now. If you normally dissociate, you're, like, fine right now, you guess, but for some weird reason you can't seem to get off the couch? "
 

and that right there is how I am. Fine, I guess? but everything is hard.