Ginger commented, when we were in the air and I was fussing over having left something unpacked, "My father always said, 'They sell underwear where we're going.'"

Not the first time I'd heard it, but the first time it really made sense to me. Thank you, Ginger.

My shoulders unknotted today for the first time since I got the shitty work news. Like, I'd only recently made the connection, but figured part of it was bad stroke form. Yeah, no. I woke up with kinks. After my conversation with C, dissolved.

Oy, sarameg. Anyway, glad the kinks are gone.

I feel like clowns are an underserved demographic when it comes to ministry. And clowns can be very depressed, so it's an important area where we can make the needs case. Maybe clowns and dentists together, cause they're depressed, too. A clowns/dentistry outreach.

I have the bake all the cookies thing, but since I still can't stand upright for extended periods of time, I don't see how it's going to happen, which is a shame since the SO s having to do this whole concert we're promoting withou my help, and the bake off excess could have gone in the green room for the band and crew. Oh well.

Things I am not saying on FB:

I have notice that of the people on my FB who have commented about New Orleans' decision to remove 4 Confederate statues, those who are complaining about it are white. Those who approve are black. It's almost like there's some kind of connection.

I have notice that of the people on my FB who have commented about New Orleans' decision to remove 4 Confederate statues, those who are complaining about it are white. Those who approve are black. It's almost like there's some kind of connection.

OMG. I also love how the pro-statue people were using the line that taking them down was detracting from fighting crime, but now the party line is to file injunctions to make sure they stay up. Yeah, ok.

This is the first time I can actually imagine being afraid of msbelle.

enh, since I was a kid, I think it was more tragic than scary. Many tragic (not horrific, just mildly tragic) things from my childhood.

bake all the cookies

I would love to have a cookie making day. Doing it alone though overwhelms me just thinking of it.

What is it when you would do stuff if there was someone else to do things with, but you can't motivate yourself? it that co-dependant? I default to assuming it is just my low-level depression acting like higher level depression due to situational suckitude.

I do not know what it's called, but I wish I were able to be there. I mean, cmon, I rage bake. I distraction bake. I "stupid cold draft" bake.

You were the someone for both Maria and I when we hit that wrt to packing.

Go throw together some drop cookies, I'll be over here paying bills.

And putting up the Xmas tree damnit.

I pulled out my GD tax documents. IRS letter this week asking for pages again. I e-filed, then got request to mail it in and now they want some AGAIN. I would like my refund please.

Ugh.

Getting married is going to bollocks up my taxes this year, isn't it?