The great good thing is that last week in Texas (R. ended up moving to Texas after Daughter's Horrible Father kidnapped her and moved her to Texas, because she wanted to be near her daughter), they had a big memorial service and it was FULL of R.'s friends and family, and tons of Daughter's friends, and not a lot of Daughter's Horrible Father's family. So that's a comfort to R. and her son.

That is a good thing -- I hope she can think of this one as "Horrible Father's event" and the other as hers. How terrible, regardless.

Unholy crap, Steph!

I'm supposed to be working on my resume. I am in my head?

My brother is texting me pictures of doughnuts to cheer me up.

Mmmm, doughnuts sound soooo good. If only I had a car tonight, Voo-doo doughnuts would be MINE!

Laundry is now clean and hung/dried and folded. Now I just need to schlep it all upstairs and put it all away.

It's awful Tim's ex had to go through all that at such a sad time, Steph.

So, gripping question time. Tomorrow I'm driving to Memphis to see Spotlight and maybe have dinner with some cousins if their kids are awake enough. Do I go to Sakura for the sushi & sushi lunch and risk eliminating sushi as a dinner option, or is that a given with two boys of single digit age in the mix? [link]

First, fuck those asshats. How not-Christian of them.

Second, I did nothing today except work on the new Org chart for work and play approx. one million Candy Crush Soda games. Not proud, but that was actually my day.

I may be stereotyping, but I suspect that boys under 10 who live in Memphis are not huge sushi fans. So you should get the sushi lunch, Matt.

Steph, I'm so sorry for R. How anyone can treat the mother of the deceased that way, is beyond me. People suck.

Me, I wasted the morning and much of the afternoon, just dicking about online. Finally went climbing this afternoon. I was going to visit Dad but by the time I left the gym it was 5pm, which is when he eats dinner, and there isn't really a good way to visit in the memory care dining room. It does sound like he's getting to eat lunch with his pals in the main dining room, though, which is nice.

I don't know what to do about his care. Right now we have someone with him round the clock, because he's such a fall risk, and he's getting agitated and wandering a lot at night. But it's pretty expensive, and I'm hoping we'll be able to dial it back a bit as he recovers from the concussion. I dunno.

Also, I did his taxes last night and he owes a ton of money. Argh.

Blargh, Steph, humans can truly suck.

That is so not me. I feel like I'm channeling Kat and Kristin minus the running, but they are two of my exercise heroes. See also: sarameg.

Really? I walk/run a lot. Today I did 3.2 miles in 40 minutes which is pretty slow (included fussing with my socks and my cell phone for a bit there).

As a side note: exercise is WAY better at stimulating my brain's reward center than grading

Agreed! But not quite as good for stimulating the brain's reward center as cheese.

Really?

Yes, you have a consistency and a focus that I do not. When my stretch teacher is out of the country, I do not do the exercises on my own even though I know I don't need her instruction at this point for many of the routines. And I should do way more cardio than I usually do. Today was an hour total on the bike, and frankly I should probably do that 3 times a week, but I don't. You on the other hand run, walk, or swim seemingly every day. It's impressive.

play approx. one million Candy Crush Soda games.

Scrappy, I realized I had done too much of that myself when I went to bed, closed my eyes, and saw the game. Yikes. (Of course I woke up and played some more -- those candies aren't going to crush themselves!!)