Thank you, Gud. Only an entity of the stratosphere may bring forth this transmission of freedom.

By blossoming, we grow, Gud. May your ions be re-energized by this healing.

Seriously didn't want to get up this morning. Though I had a fun time last night, had dinner/drinks with a friend of my sister's who I met last time I was in town. As expected, she's pretty awesome (my sister and I are very similar and so is our taste in friends!). Fun that my sister has a queer friend--she and I were exchanging war stories of dating, and showing each other our profiles for expert opinions :)

I think sarameg sounds unwell and should just go in for an hour or two--don't want to strain yourself or make things worse.

That BS Generator sounds suspiciously like the training I'm going to next week. But my totally non-woo ex-boss recommended it, so I'm trying to keep an open mind. Or an intentional heartset.

I just made myself a to-do list for the weekend because I don't feel like working this morning. That is so dumb.

The dream right before the alarm this morning was that I was taking a math test for some high-level class, and I hadn't studied for it at all, but before I could even get to the parts I didn't know, there was a long arithmetic problem, and I couldn't even solve that.

Also, Rosa from B99 was there.

I know I had a really good waking dream on solving one of my technical issues, and even got up earlier than usual to get on it. But by the time I conversed with DH and made myself coffee it was gone. I have no clue what it was I was going to do. Sigh. Maybe it will reappear.

When your mother texts you, at work, at 8:45 am, to say she is lonely. Remember we were talking about emotional labor? I am pretty much tapped out on emotionally supporting my spouse and children, and I resent the shit out of my mother needing my to be her support as well.

Also I am literally counting white and black people in the 1870 census today at work, which is technically another department's job but I guess there is some political thing going on so I am doing it.

I don't need you, flea!

That's so nice of you, Laura.

There's a pizza place downstairs from my office, and I have been smelling pizza all morning. It is killing me! Thank goodness it's almost non-embarrassing lunch time. And I have actually made some progress on one of my to-do items! So that's nice.

I need flea to have alone time for self-care.

Meanwhile, I don't feel like taking care of my mother, and I don't even have anyone else! But I've decided I can go shopping with her tomorrow if I also go by myself after.