Heal well and quickly, amyth!

Thanks, Calli!

"Well, your Daddy loves you, your Mommy is going to need a minute."

Hahah! Oh, I would hate that (the barfing, but I suppose also the being barfed on!)

Thanks for the update Calli!

I ended up with an awful headache this afternoon and had to take a little nap and a lot of painkiller. Am now trying to get some things done--managed to order about 10 different christmas presents or parts of christmas presents today, so that's good at least. I think I have something for everyone on my list except my brother. Who is a jerk, and also gives awful presents. But is also unemployed. I'm thinking a gift card.

Speedy recovery, amyth!

So that was Ginger to me..."Hey, does anybody know how to... or the details about... or what's really going on with...?" And after speculation and wondering, she steps in and lays down sense.

I have a beautiful, pdf version of the doggy lama handbook that would not exist if Ginger had not (rather exasperatedly) stepped in when I was flailing about with it. I asked how to do it and she just did it...in a flash...no thanks accepted.

I had the honor of having what I think were a couple of rare conversations where the upshot was a variation of...yeah, I thought I wanted to talk about taking care of myself but you know what, I'm okay.

She got so much more energy out of doing for others.

On a completely other website, completely unrelated and not looking for it, ran into a post that included a poem by Khalil Gibran. I know many of you are big poetry fans; I'm usually not. But this stanza really struck me:

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

So I thought I'd share.

Thanks, Calli! Swift recovery to amyth.

Epic, I love Gibran. He's one of the few poets my mother introduced me to that I fell in love with. He speaks from that soul-thing inside. Beautiful quote.

Ok, Amyth is at her friend's home now and being well cared for. All seems to have gone ok, aside from the nausea.

One of my relentlessly giggly coworkers tried to "smile!" me today.

I don't respond to that well in the best of moods, but she pretty much got the look of death and possibly the most acidic " Not.today." that I've unleashed on someone not threatening me with bodily harm. She retreated 3 steps and sat as far away as possible in the meeting.

Really, people. You get what you deserve.

Possibly not politic at this particular time, but I just can't.

And I'm basically driving dev on turning the gearless bike I got into a smart car, because while they promised me a tesla, I got a goddamned trike. And yes, reasons way bigger than all of us, but the system is called BAR for Background Automated Reprocessing, not Background Mylastname Reprocessing. And this isn't sustainable

I might start feeling out the newly appointed project lead on hiring me to main contract under her, the way this is going (I'm querying others too.)

Timelies all!

Dammit. Goodbye, Ginger.