The country has been metaphorically simultaneously drowning and on fire for months, but now it's literal for both. My brothers-in-law and their triplets are hunkering down to shelter in place in Florida, all of them huddled into the windowless master bathroom, and all we can do from up here is cross our fingers. They should be all right so long as the roof doesn't blow off...
I spent a few days in the States last week visiting friends, which was lovely, and somehow we ended up watching three Disney movies, which is not how I would have expected our evenings to go! I liked Frozen
but did not find "Let It Go" the soaring paean to empowerment that I've gathered from internet osmosis many people did; I very much enjoyed Lilo and Stitch
, which I'd already gotten a pretty good sense of from vids; and I loved Moana
and would happily watch it again.
I also spent an overnight with my mother, during which I was reassured -- if that's the word -- that she isn't beginning to show slight signs of cognitive decline, as some recent phone calls had made me wonder; she just doesn't necessarily listen to me. Okay then!
I came back north with my stepmother, who visited us for a few days, and while she was here also went on a daylong bike ride north of the city. She's in her seventies and probably in better shape than I am, which motivates me alternately to go back to the gym and to lie on the couch re-reading The Course of Honour
. (Highly recommended! if, you know, you like slash with tight plotting and good world-building and delicious, delicious angst.)
And on Sunday morning, just as the hurricane will be hitting my brothers-in-law, Geoff and I are leaving for two weeks in Japan! We'll be visiting Hiroshima, Nara, and the Five Lakes district on the shoulder of Fuji, and as usual I'll try to blog the trip but will put it under cut so as not to clog reading pages.
My cat is doing well but is scarily thin. It's possible that he won't live until we return, which is really hard to think about, but we've done everything for him that we can do short of cancel the trip; we had no way of knowing he'd be this ill when we planned it, sigh. Our cat-sitter is a tech at our vet's, so we absolutely trust her to know what he needs and how to do it, but it's going to be hard to say goodbye to him Sunday morning.
At which moment our brothers-in-law and nephews may be enduring god knows what, too. My god, this year.