Our contract was ratified on the night of the 23rd, so I emailed bosses telling them I would start researching again on the 27th, had a glass of wine and cried for a while, and then on the early afternoon of the 24th I sent out an email warning everyone's faculty supervisors that they couldn't retaliate against us if we rest today and tomorrow in light of our not yet having a back to work agreement, and my mom and I screamed at each other until 2 in the morning, and then I cried myself to sleep with a splitting headache.
Both of my parents are, as usual, talking constantly about death, which I really wish they would stop doing but as I have a habit of doing this too I am aware that it's a sign of trauma that I should probably just not take too seriously. They did come and clean the entire house and yard which was unbelievably nice of them, and which I couldn't do because I'm being treated for numerous post-COVID nutritional deficiencies and am nastily anemic. I'd been needing to go back to sleep for hours after washing part of a sink of dishes.
Today the fog is too heavy to drive and see our abusive relatives. We're putting together a salmon dinner, lighting candles, and having a movie and some board games. My mom is anxious and upset that we don't have decorations or gifts but, well, ... it would have been a very small Christmas here or there, hardly anyone was going to come.
I'll sit and read Detransition, Baby and pet the cats ...