Don't forget February, the doldrums month.

At B'ham airport. Flight delayed 20 minutes, of course after checking status just before we left the house 15 minutes prior. Oh well, it's in the air at least.

Tyler really wants to come visit. That's been his obsession the past couple days. I think he gets it can't happen unt after his birthday in may, but his concept of when may is, is a little suspect. It's cute.

I guess I should go through security at least now.

I need to rant here more often. I'm so used to quietly carrying my load that I forget I have venues of stress relief. The day was much calmer after having a virtual shriek. I wonder why I've internalized so much the idea that I mustn't let it be seen how much strain I'm under? I know it upsets Hubby, and my primary life's goal is to minimize the considerable stress he's under, and he will try until he breaks to make things easier on me. It's a hellish feedback loop of each of us trying to take care of the other.

Those darned Puritan ancestors. Stiff-upper-lipped New Englanders. Why can't I be more like my Dutch pirate, whom I'm sure had more assertive methods of stress relief? Though I doubt the town of Baltimore, Ireland, would appreciate it.

I'd be more reassured if the plane was actually here, but SW does fast turnarounds and I can see my bag out of the Tarmac,so.

ita, as insanely frustrated as my dad is making me, I'm trying not to be like your mom, but I'm definitely on that side of the equation. But there's a lot going on. I'll reserve the bitching for inaction...

Oh hey, PLANE!

I need to rant here more often. I'm so used to quietly carrying my load that I forget I have venues of stress relief

Ah yes. I had a mini-breakdown about my poor cat with my parents the other night, and said some things out loud, and felt approximately 1 million times better afterward. Amazing.

said some things out loud

Shrieking things inside your head should be sufficient, but actually saying the words into the air and the ear of another person is so much different. And harder.

My stress relief revolves around sleep. Lots and lots of sleep. And food.

This is why I'm currently fat again.

I've been eating my feelings for weeks now.

More importantly, should I get a $150 yellow slipcover for my couch? My mother put a bug in my ear about the cat-ruined-state of it.

Yellow is cheery! I say maybe!

I have an astronomically bad headache but not a migraine. Just a tired of everything headache.

I say maybe!

Me too! It's this: [link] Mostly it seems weird because I spent $200 on the sofa in the first place. And what if I get a new cat who is also scratchy! It's not like that's a rare trait.

Hmmm... It does seem pricey for a couch that began cheap. I'd happily send you our cat (no really) but he's an outdoor one and long haired to boot. There is nothing that recommends him, frankly.