It's not like I would refuse to move my stuff. I just don't get a chance to.

people who occupy two seats on the train so they can have their bag on a seat get stinkeye.

That's definitely rude.

I'm flying on Thursday to a con, and for some reason, the first-class tickets were not much more expensive than coach, so I splurged. I'm going to judge the people in coach as they walk by.

I would ask before moving stuff. I have a pretty high no-touchy-my-stuff thing myself, though.

First-class, woo!

I have a no touchy my stuff reaction, too, but if I know this is her thing, I'd *have* to gabble, "Justmovethatstuffontothe(desk/table/other chair/floor/best option)" before she managed to complete the maneuver, so I would retain the impression, if only to myself, of having conferred permission. Oh lord, I'm *that* person, who tells you to do the thing you were going to do anyway--I hate that person, I wind up then *not wanting* to do the thing I was going to do. I think I hate me.

All best thoughts for Dana and DH, Steph and bro, and Suela and dad.

Laura, how are things?

Everybody else feeling okay? Sniffles? Fever? General malaise? Sending better~ma, and for those of you doing fine, keep that up, m'kay?

It is a glorious late winter/early spring day. I love this time of year, though the lingering cold always annoys me. It's so wonderful to know *warm* is on the way and that *hot* is still a few months off.

I live with someone that puts stuff in chairs - and so I move stuff. but not sure I'd move other peoples stuff

Dana, she's probably inferring your consent, since that's what you always do when she needs to sit down - maybe even thinking she's saving you the trouble of having to get up and do it yourself? But I get it, really (there was a guy in my chair talking to the guy in the next cubicle this morning - believe me I get it). I just find it helps me to write reasons and excuses to save myself from getting put out over stuff that isn't worth the agita.

Steph, Consuela, sorry you guys are going through these really rough patches. Much strength for you to get through.

Stepping away from Facebook for a couple hours, I think. A couple of normally intelligent people are posting the stupidest right-wingnuttiest bullshit this morning and I don't have it in me to engage right now, but I'm letting myself get really upset. So yeah, stepping away. (But seriously, someone posts thug-life bullshit with a Blacklivesmatter hashtag and you're calling out Obama? Really? And Democrats are against vaping? Democrats, the entire party? Are against vaping? What the actual hell, people?)

*Hugs lovely, sane, intelligent, sensible, reasonable friends in the glowy box tight (except for the ones who prefer a friendly wave from a distance that respects personal space, of course)*

Steph, how did the therapist go?

In my insane quest to run all the miles this year, I have 21.98 more miles to run this month. I have 7 more days to go. The likelihood of me reaching that milestone is not looking promising.

Dammit, I engaged. The anti-Obama one commented on something I posted. Really hope I don't regret this.

Any way I look at that math, that is a rather daunting number, Kat. Good luck.

I'm trying to not engage with people I think are nutters. It's a challenge on facebook, for sure. For a while, I had winnowed my circle to be essentially an echo chamber, now I engage more with strangers and I find the need to be either forcibly restrained from replying or I have to close the browser. Ugh. I hope that the person doesn't act like too much of a douche, EpicTangent.