Spinning on that dizzy edge

...In my defense, it's only been six months this time since my last post. Pretty much all of what I said then is still true.

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HOWEVER. The bright and shining light in all this was being run over by the squee bus for Heartstopper right at New Year's. After a busy round of visiting and hosting, I sat myself down on the couch and thought, "Hey, this looks entertaining for the little brain space I have right now."

I dunno why it took me this long, considering all of heresluck's posted joy and vids. Why did I not see the appeal sooner? Sometimes I am the last to the party, after the other guests have left and the host has moved and someone else lives there now. I made up for the delay in my intensity of absorbing it all. I watched all through both seasons three times in a row, to the point that I think Netflix was pulling shit out of a hat to suggest as something else to watch. (Grey's Anatomy? NCIS? Shut it and queue up the next HS episode, please!) I dabbled in watching interviews, and scrolling Tumblr, and basically drinking from the Heartstopper firehose. MADE FOR ME.

I mean, there's absolutely nothing I can say about it that hasn't been said, but EEEEE! Stories of young queer love, and found families, and supportive actual families, and friends who hang out in close physical proximity with hugs all around. I have found my delayed grumpiness at the strikes depriving me of more post season 2 interviews, and now I have to wait SO LONG for Season 3. ARGH. My adorable husband has taken to saying things like "You're looking twitchy. How many hours has it been since you've watched Heartstopper?" and letting me veg out to rectify the situation.

Hi! Turns out I'm still a fangirl. *flails*

If you'd like to get a holiday card from me, PM me or leave a screened response here.

I can't guarantee a timely arrival, but I will do my best. :)

It's been another intensive month of infertility treatments, but the test today confirmed that I'm not pregnant. I had the tiniest shred of hope, but the cramps this morning pretty much put that to rest. Hey, now I can drink with reckless abandon over the holiday, right?

We're going up to my parents for Thanksgiving. It will be the first time I've seen my brother and his kids since his wife announced she wanted a divorce, and all the drama that followed that. Needless to say, she won't be there. I'm sure much mud will be flung. If I could slap her once to get it out of my system, it might be easier.

We've been trying to explain to the Emperor what's going on, and it didn't seem like it affected him at all, until he told us Monday that he'd been thinking about it at school and wrote a letter to his cousins with the help of his social skills teacher, saying that he was really, really sorry about what happened, and hoped that my nephew's leg (broken during football practice) felt better. I totally choked up when I heard that. He really is the sweetest kid when he's not driving us crazy.

I was very sad to hear that Anne McCaffrey died this week. She was one of the first non-YA sci-fi/fantasy authors I ever read, and definitely the first that I would buy any new work of hers that came out as soon as I could. I got to bond with so many people over our love for her work. Meeting one such person at a summer orientation was a strong factor in my decision to attend the residential high school that changed my life. Other people like me, who read the same kind of books that I do, that might know/own other such books I could read? Outstanding! Thanks, Anne. My only regret is that I never got to thank you in person.

I've been obsessively scrutinizing the Black Friday ads from a bunch of different sources, but aside from a little online ordering, I don't know that I'll do much shopping this weekend. Nothing looks like a good enough deal to make it worth it.

I have been kicking ass the last couple days at work, not on the stuff I'm actually supposed to be working on, but on emergency issues that have arisen. (People really shouldn't be allowed to take off days that their stuff is going live.) Now my brain is done and ready for a break.

On that note, I hope you all have a fabulous weekend, hopefully long and filled with good food and companionship.