Est novum regem in Carcosa. Salutant regem in flavo, Princeps est ad Astra Nigrum, electus ex Kassogtha. Sit autem regula in aeternum.
Resquieat in pace et miraculum, Josephus Pulvis
(for the non-Latin reading folks)
There is a new king in Carcosa. Salute the King in Yellow, the Ruler of the Black Stars, the favored of Kassoghta. May his rule be eternal.
Rest in peace and wonders, Joe Pulver
Monthly Archives: April 2020
The First Quarter in Dunwich
Got the keys to Dunwich Abbey 3 months ago. I've also been in hermit mode
for 34 days. Not much has changed, I've made a smidge of progress on book
organizing, I've dealt with work foo, the post migration foo has been
catching up with everything else. Had to drive to the office twice and
the datacenter twice this week, mostly due to a lack of communication. I
took Monday off because I seriously just didn't care to talk to anyone,
I'm also taking tomorrow off for a similar reason...but not completely.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Mom's passing. It's been five years, seems like it was just the other day. I'm probably going to be ok, but I think this is the worst time to take a gamble on that, and to deal with some really frustrating meetings. So I'll try to decompress some, have a good cry or two if the spirits move me, then back to the looney bin on Friday.
Oh, I officially found out today I am not currently running a fever. Went for allergy shots today, and since my doc's office is attached to a hospital, I had to get my temp taken. Normal. Doctor's staff did it again, also normal. So that hopefully will shut up my hypochondriac limbic system. Otherwise it's the same, random coughing fits when the phlegm runs.
So long story short, not much has changed in the last few months, other than kind of getting used to the new place, and the new town. And the big changes/additions/etc require help, and that violates the whole social distancing thing. But eventually it will work out. Until then, I'll keep tentacling along.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Mom's passing. It's been five years, seems like it was just the other day. I'm probably going to be ok, but I think this is the worst time to take a gamble on that, and to deal with some really frustrating meetings. So I'll try to decompress some, have a good cry or two if the spirits move me, then back to the looney bin on Friday.
Oh, I officially found out today I am not currently running a fever. Went for allergy shots today, and since my doc's office is attached to a hospital, I had to get my temp taken. Normal. Doctor's staff did it again, also normal. So that hopefully will shut up my hypochondriac limbic system. Otherwise it's the same, random coughing fits when the phlegm runs.
So long story short, not much has changed in the last few months, other than kind of getting used to the new place, and the new town. And the big changes/additions/etc require help, and that violates the whole social distancing thing. But eventually it will work out. Until then, I'll keep tentacling along.
Migration is done
Spent the weekend working the migration. Not as bad as I thought it was
going to be, but not as good as it could have been. Anxiety levels were
stupid high the entire time. Worked with audiobooks, mostly HPL and MR
James stories, with a few podcasts on the side. Clocked 26 hours over
the last two days, on top of the work week. Technically I'm still on the
clock, but when it clocks after 2000 I'm heading to bed and meds. Maybe
a little book time. Very little.
So what's next? Monday and possibly Tuesday will be kind of crazy with support requests and reminding people to read their darn email. I'm hoping to take a day or two off as comp time. I put off a bunch of stuff because I knew the weekend was going to be hard. Computer stuff, work around the apartment. Convincing the neighborhood crows that I'm their friend. Maybe even making myself disconnect for a few hours and read.
So the stressor is done, for now. (Beyond the rest of the stressors). Dear Cthulhu and Tsathoggua, please grant me some restful sleep.
So what's next? Monday and possibly Tuesday will be kind of crazy with support requests and reminding people to read their darn email. I'm hoping to take a day or two off as comp time. I put off a bunch of stuff because I knew the weekend was going to be hard. Computer stuff, work around the apartment. Convincing the neighborhood crows that I'm their friend. Maybe even making myself disconnect for a few hours and read.
So the stressor is done, for now. (Beyond the rest of the stressors). Dear Cthulhu and Tsathoggua, please grant me some restful sleep.
22 Days in the Hole
Quick post, so I can have a record. Not much has changed. I've managed
to not get sick, anxiety is a bit higher. It doesn't help that this
weekend is the Big Migration (TM). I worked a half day today, mostly.
Been hovering waiting for..."something" about it. The fact there's been
almost radio silence isn't doing much for my anxiety. I guess I wing it.
I'm not starting my side of things til tomorrow morning, and going to try
to crash at the usual time. Hopefully tomorrow isn't too long, and
Sunday's testing goes smoothly. Monday and Tuesday are probably
troubleshooting unexpected stuff. I'll probably take a PTO day or two
this next week, because I doubt I'll destress any this weekend.
Big store run today, wasn't too crazy, and I managed to find almost all I wanted/needed. Also got my happy pills. Hopefully I won't have to go to the store again for at least a week. Not much else to say. Hope no one's gone too round the twist, and I'll talk another time.
Big store run today, wasn't too crazy, and I managed to find almost all I wanted/needed. Also got my happy pills. Hopefully I won't have to go to the store again for at least a week. Not much else to say. Hope no one's gone too round the twist, and I'll talk another time.