Thanks. I'm proud of him.

And it's not bad, usually. It's generally nothing. But when mine gets really annoyed, from allergies for me, it's this weird thing where there just isn't air like I expect there to be. It's kinda hard to breathe but it's not really what I assumed textbook asthma was.

I think that might be it - something that doesn't manifest except under extreme duress.

Something to talk about with the doctors.

Something to talk about with the doctors.

If you've got the insurance / coverage / vague medical things, it's an easy test actually. It was something I found out a long time ago in Phoenix during allergy testings of all things. It wasn't massively useful in my life until I moved to Portland. Now it's something I am really aware of and careful of, but also something that is relatively easily dealt with between medication and lifestyle awareness.

Congratulations to Emmett! That's extremely impressive!

Good work, Emmett. It's a great brand of torture.

I know no one's paying attention to me, but a purist portion of my brain gives myself demerits for genre and culture-mixing wardrobe. Two demerits tonight, ita. And where did my pencil go? I need my pencil!

I take it back. One demerit. Or I couldn't wear the Moroccan scarf with anything.

I seem to have prematurely run out of internet.

I seem to have prematurely run out of internet.

PostSecret is up.

And there's a new Hark, a Vagrant.

That'll give you, like, five minutes.

You're right, it did. ER going well so far although the nurse did just ask if I was single. He isn't.

Congrats to Emmett!

I was out actually late last night. Huh.

I slept late, for me--until after 8:00.

And now I am going to attempt making it out of the house, to Target, before the crowds get there.

I volunteered in the church nursery this morning and got to play with under-twos and hold a four-month-old baby, who promptly spit up on me twice and then beamed. LOVE.

Happy Birthday, Sparky! With cake!