… some thank yous.
Years ago — I don’t even know how many now, though it was back before Amazon made it clear that bloggers with Associate links shouldn’t also have public wish lists — reader BT fulfilled one of my wishes by sending a lovely lavender set of flannel sheets.
It was Christmas. Readers sent much bounty. But I especially love flannel sheets and in this climate they’re comfortable and comforting all year long.
Only after what, eight years? ten years? did those cozy sheets become so threadbare they started developing holes. And at that point I learned I have to be careful what I say around BT!
These arrived this morning:
Another set of flannel sheets from BT, these in a pale blue the color of sky on a misty day.
And that’s not all. When he asked if I had a color preference, I gave him a choice of two. Instead of choosing, he ordered sets in both colors. The second is scheduled to arrive tomorrow. I’ll have soft, warm, elegant flannel sheets the rest of my life.
Because I’m not sure when Comcast will cut me off, I’ll say an advance thank you for that second set — AND thank you to FM and yet more thank yous to RW. Those two, along with SF and Ellendra and my dear Neighbor J, have been looking out for my health the last several weeks. I know FM and RW have sent more immune-system boosters that haven’t arrived yet. So just in case Comcast takes me seriously and cancels service before those packages get here … many thanks.
And to D3 and JW. You guys simply saved my bacon. As you have done before.
Finally RS … Thank you for becoming my newest Patreon, and a generous one.
When I posted “I’m done,” I meant to say, but forgot to say, that since the major purpose of that Patreon account was to keep me in Comcast services — and I’m now canceling Comcast — I would fully expect people to drop their monthly patreonage.
To gain a patron is the last thing I’d have expected. So my gratitude to RS, and my thanks to all my other Patreons — even if you choose to drop your contributions now.
January 2019 isn’t going to go in the books as one of my personal best months. It was the sort of month when (and this is absolutely true) I was too sick with the Lung Grunge to keep the appointment to have a re-treatment on an old root canal gone bad.
Yep, two days before I caught the plague, the dentist told me a root canal from decades ago is now full of infection. I’m not suffering with it or anything; it was just something that showed up on an x-ray and is bad enough to require either a root canal re-do, microsurgery to snip the roots, or an extraction. But I had a lot of time to think about root canals while also “enjoying” the plague.
Now that I’m well enough to get out and about again, I’m leaning toward having that molar extracted. It’s less expensive, and I suspect healthier, than having a bad old root canal poked, prodded, and exposed to further invasions of bacteria. Although I could still use that tooth if it’s reparable, there’s something creepy about attempting to preserve dead teeth just for the convenience of them.
Not quite sure yet what option to aim for. But … well, that’s this January for ya. That’s how it’s been. And December, learning Ava has kidney disease, wasn’t so great, either.
So thank you for all you’ve done to make things better in these last two months than they might have been.
I awoke last night about 1:15 in what I can only describe as an agony of gratitude. I was so grateful (once again) for the best blog readers in the world and the best friends-I-may-or-may-not-have-ever-met that it hurt. It worried me that I couldn’t reciprocate.
I don’t think anything I’ve ever done or ever will do equals what you do for me.
Now I’m going to reply to some of your comments on Sunday’s “I’m done” post, then get out in the sunshine this afternoon.