This storm didn't seem like that big of a deal at the time but it sure ground things to a halt. The government was closed both Monday and Tuesday. Chorus was on Zoom. Schools were closed all week, though Thursday and Friday were already scheduled to be holidays (or teacher work days or whatever). We cancelled D&D today when we realized that we had insufficient parking available. Sure, two people could park in our driveway, but not three, and there's no way we were going to be able to clear the snowcrete from the street in front of our house.
The ongoing saga of my guts continues. I saw the doc on Wednesday and he took me off my stomach-emptying meds because they did not appear to be doing anything. (And I'd thrown up twice in the week leading up, which was two more times than the previous month.) So for the next two weeks I'm on a new reflux med in the morning and dinner is a bowl of Fiber One cereal. The stomach-emptying med has the potential side effect of depression. I told Jason that Fiber One should have a similar label on the box. My prediction: I'll do this for two weeks, nothing will improve, they'll take me off Ozempic, and I'll spend the rest of 2026 attempting to get my diabetes back under control. Good times, good times.
Oh yeah, and I told my GI doc about Dad and Aunt Liz both having cancer of the appendix so he's having me get genetic testing for colon cancer markers. That won't happen until March and I'm sure nothing will come of it, but why not, right?
Work continues to be frustrating but luckily I like a lot of people there. One silly thing: the hallways in the building used to be decorated with art prints of American landmarks. They're all being replaced with photographs of the director. All of them. All over the building. Hundreds of pictures of the same person everywhere you look. It's...kind of comical, to be perfectly honest. It's the sort of decor choice I'd expect from Lex Luthor, not a short-term political appointee.
Speaking of office life, one of the microwaves at work broke so they replaced it with a "new" one (that we're pretty sure is from Goodwill). It has a bunch of unhelpfully-labeled buttons. The number buttons are preset times that don't make tons of sense: 1, 2, and 3 are 10, 20, and 30 seconds, respectively. 4 is 45 seconds. 5 is one minute. 6 is one minute 30 seconds. 7, 8, 9, and 0 are 2, 3, 4, and 5 minutes, respectively. The bottom button says "x2" and does indeed double the cook time; I'm sure that will cause no burned food stench ever. There are also what I assume are power settings: 70%, 50%, 20%, and - intriguingly - 0%. Not sure what you'd use a microwave on 0% power for.
Recently I became enamored of the concept of
githerments. The link explains it best: "Each of us carries around an odd assortment of little ideas, minor interests, running jokes, low-key obsessions, trivialities, and areas of sub-expertise. Maybe you can’t immediately summon a list of these things to mind, but trust me, they’re in there. And when you aggregate them together, they become your THING. No one else’s things are quite like yours." And these things are your githerments. They're things that not only you find interesting, but that other people find interesting about you. For example, one of my githerments would be Cold Sassy Tree, because while I don't have a connection to that book on a personal level, other people associate it with me.
It's a fun thing to think about because it means noticing what I notice, paying attention to what grabs my attention. When I fall down the wikihole (that is, when I start clicking links deeper and deeper into Wikipedia), where do I end up? I've started trying to write down stuff like that, not as a big project or anything, but just because. It's oddly satisfying. I even wrote down the weird microwave buttons mentioned above.
Not much else to report. It's the first kid swap weekend in a month (two weeks ago they stayed home because they were sick) and D&D was cancelled which means I get Jason all to myself all weekend long. This makes me very happy. I love the boys, obviously, but it's also nice to have alone time with my sweetie. I just wish my stomach would behave. Nothing is quite as fun while one's tummy churns and cramps.