Thursday Report

 So, Toronto’s back in lockdown (but my workplace, as a manufacturer, is considered essential, so I’m still going in), and one restaurant owner has decided to defy the order to go takeout only, and after a couple of days of argument and protests all covered by the local news, I see he’s just been arrested. The frustrating thing is that I do think small business need more government help if they’re going to survive this; I just don’t think defying safety orders is a good response. The <i>really</i> frustrating thing is that I have to spend my breaks seeing this unfold on tv, knowing that at least two of my co-workers think covid is a hoax and are probably cheering this guy’s actions while I carefully sit >6 feet from everybody (admittedly that’s not hard for me, I’m not that sociable).

Currently taking refuge in my screen and headphones.

Thursday Report, part two

I knew, I suppose, that if the worst didn’t happen in the US election, that once the initial relief faded, I might run into trouble because life is some kind of tensegrity structure in which as soon as it becomes possible for you to fall apart, you will. And, well, I’ve enough other issues that I can/must keep it together, but the world at large does indeed feel like it’s become even more chaotic in the past three weeks.

For some reason my response to this has been to hyperfixate on Twin Peaks: The Return, which can’t be helpful, but at least keeps me amused. I don’t actually have a copy of the series, so I’ve been reading reviews and summaries and fanfics. I’ve watched what clips I could find online, as well as the behind-the-scenes footage, which is delightful and has caused me to develop a crush on pretty much everyone involved with the project: I’ve never seen a set so focused and meticulous, and at the same time so good-humoured-- they all just seem so happy to be practicing their backwards dialogue or folding and unfolding themselves or walking around an exact recreation of an old radio station, or allowing Lynch to very gently cradle the back of their head so he can pour out a pool of fake blood on the floor beneath them.

I even wrote a short fic myself for the plotline on which I was able to garner enough detail to do so.

I’ve also been working on my Yuletide assignment (not Twin Peaks, I suppose it’s not a spoiler to say that); it’s a tricky one, but I’m reasonably sure I’ll be able to bring it to a satisfactory conclusion before the deadline, even if I’m not yet sure what that will be.

I am knitting a sweater with the Paton’s worsted wool I somehow found at the Dufferin Mall Dollarama.

I am compiling a list of songs that use existing words and phrases nonsensically.

Eventually some kind of progression will feel possible again. I guess.