Widowed mother logic, which makes the kind of sense that...isn't. Hang up, quietly, and set the phone to voice mail until you're ready to talk to humans again.

Unless you can live with yourself after remonstrating with her. Whereupon she will be all innocent injury and "Whyfor are you mad at me, I've done nothing to earn your wrath you hateful ungrateful child."

Um. You're a grownup woman, love. You need nobody to tell you how to handle this.

I'm bored. H is sleeping. He's so tired out from this illness, and I know that, but...I'm tired of being supportive and encouraging, and I'm a little upset at having to postpone celebrations. And feeling guilty about being tired and upset.

I'm a mess. Plus I have an infected cuticle on my gigging finger and it huuuuurrrts and I can't do stuff 'cause it's my right hand.. Whine, whine, whine. If I had booze I'd drink, but all we have is beer and all it does is make my sinuses stuffy and...well, poop.

I think I'm done. I may go take a nap myself. Maybe that will help with the cranky.

{{Bev}}

Vortex, I continue to be impressed with how calmly you handle your mom and sorry that you have to.

Call me a prude, but I can't bring myself to look at slash fics from either Anne of Green Gables or the Chronicles of Narnia.

I think "fond childhood memories" is a reasonable line to draw, WindSparrow.

{{{Bev}}}

Vortex, I continue to be impressed with how calmly you handle your mom and sorry that you have to.

Ditto. I've actually gotten to a point with my mother where I say what I'm thinking. Which, as Lewis is fond of saying, is scary for people who are used to it.

I have zenned past it. Now I am very anticipatory.

I was going to make Nigella's Coq au Riesling, but I was trying to avoid going to the store. So, I substituted cremini mushrooms for oyster, thyme for bay leaves, and shallots for leeks. I have pasta dough resting, which I will turn in to noodles.

I just spent all afternoon holding the calmest newborn I have ever met. I was in such a good mood holding him that I didn't do anything to the person who asked if I was pregnant.

(((Bev)))

sj, that's awful. I'm sorry.

{{{{Bev}}}} Not fun, love. I wish I could do something to make it easier.

...I was going to come in here and be a bit bummed about the fact I'm trying to pick a dress out by myself, which is lonely and hard to do, but it seems kind of petty now. I just wish I could take pictures or video and include people who can't be there, at least, but I get that boutique shops in particular are trying to prevent poaching. I just am not good at this, and I'm lonely.

t /whine

Vortex, your zen is amazing. Also, your dinner sounds amazing, too. Can I come over?

{{{{Bev}}}} no fun at all.

sj, that is very generous of you. A thorough smiting would be deserved. Frogs and toads will drop out of that person's mouth whenever s/he speaks, for a year and a day. And the frogs will give her or him such dirty looks that many people shall call animal control and the ASPCA to report cruelty.

Kristin, it is natural that you would want people to be with you. I'm sorry you can't share with them.

Also, your dinner sounds amazing, too. Can I come over?

sure. Noodles are drying. Say 8PM?