Iz slightly back.
I did pick up your messages around the time of my birthday, for which much thanks, but I was rather unwell. I don't know if it was the coronavirus, but I felt awful, sniffled on the sofa and napped for a whole month or thereabouts.
And then I was knackered from being ill, and I'm only just getting back on top of things round the house. It is amazing how much filth and untidyiness can be achieved over six weeks.
I had heard that the giftfest was up and running, though this turns out to be only true in a limited sense — and I'd put relighting the exhange on the back burner until that was over. However, as it's just prompts up for a loosefest, I don't see that's an issue. ETA — oh promptfest is going?
I am not a cheerful soul at the moment — still no job, just cut off ties to Francis for what feels like good (him getting engaged to a girl who can't stand me, and who I prefer not to acknowledge exists turns out to be something of a dampener on a friendship; also he's being especially fucking dull at the moment and I'm tired, fed up and not prepared to make the effort, and I've decamped from twitter as a result.
This too may turn out to be permanent. People are very cross and very scared and very shouty and I'm feeling exhausted and stressed out by it all.
Life sucks, but there are people who have it worse, I am a shit and flighty human who drifts around not living up to her promises as regards the exchange etc.
So... hello! What gives with everyone? Tell your Aunty Shiv all.