Anne

@greenleanings.bsky.social

Adventuress. Crow chaser. Forest fan. Queer. Cat mom, writer, real slow runner. Winter is my jam. Climb that goddamn mountain. Ultreïa et suseïa.

So I’m having a needle biopsy of a lump on Wednesday, and was feeling confident that it will be benign. (It looks like an injury, they said.) Then I talked to my mom who destroyed every bit of calmness and confidence I had. 😭

The most frightening part of today’s brouhaha was when my throat closed up due to an asthma attack and/or a panic attack. I couldn’t inhale enough to get the albuterol in. Legit thought I might die. We were headed to the ER when my airway opened, whew.

In the last 12 hours: my laptop bluescreened; I tripped and fell carrying breakfast, sending me to urgent care for X-rays & stitches; had the worst donut ever (Dunkin’, what have you done?); and came home to a power outage. Today is fired.

Finally got hot cross buns from Dan the Baker! I ended up with 2 boxes of baked goods, and didn’t trust my fucked-up hands to hold them plus my coffee. They put the boxes in a bag and even offered to carry them out for me! They’re a real class act.

A box with 5 hot cross buns with beige frosting

I was on YouTube, looking up a particular dance from Uzbekistan (Lazgi.) One of the responses was an AI video of ”traditional dance” and it, and the clothes, were ridiculously incorrect. Ugh.