UNDER A COLD BLUE SKY

That turned out to be surprisingly easy. Fifteen minutes on the telephone with someone in Arkansas, with no problems, no issues, and the first impact will be three to five days hence.
I worried for nothing. Which is not unusual. Neurotypicals assume that everything will go as planned, or at least as they crowed it would. Spectrumpers take for granted that things may go wrong and are emotionally prepared for a let-down.

My apartment mate is more spectrumish that I am. I can often pretend to be normal. So naturally I shall not share this with her, as I don't want to jinx it before it really happens.

It is eighty degrees Fahrenheit in Arkansas.
Last week it went over one hundred.
There is airconditioning.


Necessary errands have been done, lunch has been gasaked with great enjoyment despite the old fossil hawking and choking onto his plate a few seats away, the Indonesian Chinese lady downstairs had been given some fresh fruit from Chinatown (紅色火龍果&番石榴 'hung sik fo lung gwo, faan sek lau') and this blogger is presently enjoying a celebratory cup of hot milk tea and smoke.

Yes of course the tea is hot. The flavour is fuller and more rounded so.

All that's left is thumb-twiddling, relaxing, and doomscrolling.

It hardly gets better than this.



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