... rain? Really?

Here, we're just having another heatwave. Joy.

The dog and DH are sleeping through the thunderstorms, which is impressive.

Ginger, I'm so happy that Mr Peabody is out of surgery. Burning in Hell may be too good for the asshole who injured him in the first place.

I had to go into work yesterday for a couple of hours and was completely exhausted by the effort. Unfortunately, I now have to do it on Thursday and next Monday, so I'm dreading having to find something to wear and being on time and stuff.

Yeah, the thunderstorm woke me up early. It was great! Then I remembered that the contractor who's coming today to do the radon remediation doesn't have my new phone number, and even if he did it wouldn't matter because I've already broken my phone.

So I had to get up and turn on the computer for skype.

I'm dreading having to find something to wear and being on time and stuff.

Ugh...I'm still not good at either of these.

Ginger, glad Mr. Peabody's OK. And I think that guy should repeatedly have lighter fluid poured on him and lit.

Poor, poor Mr. Peabody. I'm glad he's home and doing ok, Ginger. I'm too angry on y'all's behalf to be coherent about what the scum-sucker deserves.

{{{{{{Shir}}}}}} No, I do not think that was too much. Don't you dare apologize to her if she gets all hurt and pouty about it.

{{{{Hil, Raq, all the DCistas}}}}

Shir, I think laying it out like that was the right thing to do. If you find you need to take further steps or limit things even more, she won't be able to say she didn't understand what she was doing or that it was upsetting you.

Poor Mr. P. Get better soon!

I'm glad Mr. Peabody's home and ok-ish. Poor beastie.

Mmmm. French toast. That banana challah turns out to make excellent French toast.

I have a Harvey resting on me as I type, and I just finished breakfast - ricotta cheese with blackberries, raspberries, and strawberries, topped with a bit of Cool Whip. I may be the happiest, most content person on the planet.

Ginger, ~ma to you and Mr. Peabody and I'm glad he's out of surgery and resting comfortably.

I hope someone comes along and sets that asswipe's entire crotch on fire.

Shir, I just have no words-- that's not a friend. That's a drain on a lifeforce and right now, you do not have to deal with this. Between school and the emotional overload of your grandfather's passing-- you shouldn't have to deal with this and any human being with a shred of decency and self-awareness would be sensitive to this. The fact that she clearly isn't and doesn't respect your boundaries suggests to me that she doesn't see anything beyond the scrim of her own needs and wants. Kind of like a toddler. This is not something you need right now. I don't know what to tell you to do in order to make it better for yourself, but I think that message you sent is a good beginning. If she takes serious enough offense to that that she breaks off all contact, then that'll be sad, but perhaps better for you in the long run.

I just finished breakfast - ricotta cheese with blackberries, raspberries, and strawberries, topped with a bit of Cool Whip. I may be the happiest, most content person on the planet.

Wow. Food porn. Kindda don't mind having that right now.

Thanks, all. She emailed me back, explaining her side. She didn't attack me or was offended. She just said something along the lines of "wow. Huge misunderstanding", and asked a lot of questions to understand what have happened.

Good, I guess, only... more questions to answer. Dammit. And I did feel a lot more better after sending her that email. She's confused if we're OK, and doesn't seem to understand that checking up on me is the wrong stuff, not the questions themselves. I'll explain it to her later.