My dad's been recovering pretty well from the sounds of things. It's hard to keep tabs on him being halfway across the country. But it's good to hear that he's recovering at all. Seems like my stepmother, sister, and her partner have all pretty much bounced back with little issue (yet, want to stay cautiously optimistic since you hear about all the underlying things that Covid can cause that don't crop up until later). Optimism seems a bit easier to find these days for me, though still having a little trouble getting much of anything done.

In other news, I've been on the earth 37 years and I don't really know how to feel about that.

A not so quiet part of me wishes I'd gotten more done in my life, that I've wasted a lot of it. I should have finished schooling, gotten a career and gone on to do something with myself. Yet I failed to finish high-school and ended up getting a GED. Failed twice, to get through higher learning, and just dropped out. I mean, I had a ton of emotional baggage I've always been working through, or maybe the problem is I haven't really been working through it and just focusing on getting by day to day. I definitely don't have a career, hell I've been unemployed for a year and a half now, mostly due to my own waffling.

Another part of my is just grateful I've made it this long. Hanging on with some hope for the future in defiance for how bleak it can seem. There's always something to look forward to. Always someone who cares about you and will spend time with. Always a new project to take on and try and finish.

Anyway, I managed to have a nice dinner with my SO, first time I've had Chinese food in nearly a year. It was nice.