This is my second day back at work, and there are still over 1K emails unread in my inbox. Probably about 250 that I actually have to read.

Yikes, can I loan you a shovel? Good luck with that.

Crap, I just remembered I have to call my lawn guy. Came home last night to a shattered window on the back patio. I need to see if my lawn guy saw anything. I'm actually thinking it might just be that the lawnmower picked up a rock and flung it, but then it's weird that he didn't say anything to us. I mean, it's a big window (6 foot plateglass next to the sliding door), and it's one of the good ones we had redone a few years back, so it'll cost a fortune and have to go through the home insurance policy anyway, but it would have been nice to get a head's up, maybe an offer to split the deductible or something...

This "grown up" crap, I don't remember signing up for it.

Are you able to get any work done, or were you able to take a little time off?

I did a little work but not all of it; the freelance coordinator was very understanding, thank god.

So, all the Republicans apparently have formally agreed to not permit any SCOTUS judge hearings until after the election.

I really hate those guys.

Oh, oops. I forgot which parent knew all the details and which one didn't. (Jeff told mom about his drinking, but he didn't tell Dad.) And Dad just called to see how things were going, and I said "Well, Jeff is seeing his therapist right now, and hopefully they're discussing his drinking."

Dad: "He's drinking again?"

Ooops.

In re politics: I heard, kind of second-hand, that Ted Cruz has said Hillary Clinton should be in jail. oy

I really hate those guys

Me too. Not surprised though.

Teppy, and Consuela, and probably others-- I was tied up with other stuff yesterday, so I didn't get to comment, but I am sorry for the tough family stuff you are going through, and admire the hell out of you for doing it.

I wouldn't worry about keeping your brother's secrets, Steph....

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.

Yep. My sister is that person. I didn't realize there was a whole genus of them. Tells you what to do just as you're about to do it. She's basically just being a micromanaging mommy at everyone. She doesn't even realize she's doing it at this point, I don't think. She's actually told me to put on my shoes before going outside.

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

I have sniffles and general malaise. Thanks for the ~ma.

I can't remember what day it is. This morning I woke up thinking it was Wednesday, even got ready for the Wednesday meeting. This afternoon I spent a little while thinking it was Sunday. Is this a specific form of dementia?

Is this a specific form of dementia?

Part of my morning ritual is to remind myself what day it is. Sometimes I have to check the computer to be sure, then I pull up a website for date and time to double check.

Yeah, it is not on you to remember who knows what, Tep. Just like Captain Lance said, we are only as sick as our secrets.

My new work 3-month calendar for 2016 has weeks starting on Monday instead of Sunday, which is totally reasonable except I'm not used to it so I am always confused about either what day of the week it is or what the date is. Always.

There's a difference, I think, between telling someone to do something they are going to do anyway, and giving someone permission to do something they are going to do anyway. Subtle, but important.

Y'all, I got to see the nomination for this award thing and it's signed by EVERYONE in my department. I t heart my coworkers