Well, Zoom yoga was surprisingly good.
Feb. 6th, 2023 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloChorus is going to be masks-optional tonight, in the (admittedly) badly ventilated room. So we hear from email today. The board had promised the (joke that is) the Accessibility and Inclusion Committee that (after said committee's recommendation) it'd revisit its loose COVID protocols before the next semester, but if it did, it appears nothing came of that revisiting.
This is sort of a cousin to the NYT's declaration that the acrostic (my favorite puzzle) will no longer be solvable online. Objecting there is futile, too, but I suppose it's better to have registered my "no!" rather than just going quietly into the night.
If one can accept that people are going to disappoint ya, surely it's a big ol' no-duh that institutions and committees and boards will. When the disappointments go along with a sense of losing something I care about, it's extra hard.
So I guess I'll tune in to the chorus Zoom tonight, which doesn't count as attending, between that mask news and my much more compromised mobility this past week.
I think a good part of that mobility loss (and pain) is from fucking up muscles and nerves cuzza walking with the cane, as suddenly the "good" knee has been worse, and I can tell that I've got charleyhorse-type muscle problems over there. A little hip and sciatica involvement too. It may be a bit better today, though. Just a bit. I dunno. All I really want right now is to be able to walk upright, so shouldn't I be letting it roll off of me that the acrostic is going away and chorus may be, too?
I mean, yeah, *I* can wear a mask, but honestly a COVID infection right now feels like it'd put me over an edge into some serious psychological trouble (like, despair that could trigger major depression), on top of whatever rolled-dice physical effects it hit me with.
Don't have to decide for the semester right now. Only need to decide for tonight, tonight. It was going to be my big movement adventure/nightmare for the day, but, hey, one with less committment is probably better anyway. Like, start with bringing in the trash can. (I left the recycling to sit another week.)
Fortunately, work's going okay at the moment. I even feel a little like I'm on top of it. Or moreso than usual. And then this silly mostly chair yoga this morning was rather just the ticket.
I do want to sing Butterfly again. Last time we started to revive it (before the shutdown), it really took me back, with a shock of emotion. It's just so lovely.
This is sort of a cousin to the NYT's declaration that the acrostic (my favorite puzzle) will no longer be solvable online. Objecting there is futile, too, but I suppose it's better to have registered my "no!" rather than just going quietly into the night.
If one can accept that people are going to disappoint ya, surely it's a big ol' no-duh that institutions and committees and boards will. When the disappointments go along with a sense of losing something I care about, it's extra hard.
So I guess I'll tune in to the chorus Zoom tonight, which doesn't count as attending, between that mask news and my much more compromised mobility this past week.
I think a good part of that mobility loss (and pain) is from fucking up muscles and nerves cuzza walking with the cane, as suddenly the "good" knee has been worse, and I can tell that I've got charleyhorse-type muscle problems over there. A little hip and sciatica involvement too. It may be a bit better today, though. Just a bit. I dunno. All I really want right now is to be able to walk upright, so shouldn't I be letting it roll off of me that the acrostic is going away and chorus may be, too?
I mean, yeah, *I* can wear a mask, but honestly a COVID infection right now feels like it'd put me over an edge into some serious psychological trouble (like, despair that could trigger major depression), on top of whatever rolled-dice physical effects it hit me with.
Don't have to decide for the semester right now. Only need to decide for tonight, tonight. It was going to be my big movement adventure/nightmare for the day, but, hey, one with less committment is probably better anyway. Like, start with bringing in the trash can. (I left the recycling to sit another week.)
Fortunately, work's going okay at the moment. I even feel a little like I'm on top of it. Or moreso than usual. And then this silly mostly chair yoga this morning was rather just the ticket.
I do want to sing Butterfly again. Last time we started to revive it (before the shutdown), it really took me back, with a shock of emotion. It's just so lovely.
