it was 80 freaking degrees 3 days ago!

Uh-huh. That's the Midwest for ya'. We had possible snow in the forcast (it was cold enough for snow) but no actual snow AFAIK.

One more week and it will be May!!!! May, let's see... I think I'm supposed to be buying something for my mother. And then I'm taking a train to New Orleans for something or other....

Laundry update: loads 1 & 2 (clothes) are finished and either: waiting to be hung up (for the things that don't go in the dryer) or waiting to be folded (for the things that did get put in the dryer). Load 3 (towels) is in the dryer. Load 4 (sheets) is in the washer.

Now I'm trying to get my checkbook to reconcile with my bank's info. Grr. Arrgh.

Timelies.

I went to bed right after I posted that, Burrell. Tossed and turned another 45 minutes, but I went. Greg kept the babies quiet and let me sleep until noon. Such a nice present.

It's snowing here, too. Big wet flakes in a pretty wild wind, by the looks of it out my window. It doesn't seem fair to have to turn the furnace back on at the end of April.

It's snowing here too.

swing dance. fakeing it is fun.

beth, that sounds like fun! I think I need to talk the BF into going and learning with me.

This [link] is what I got, so it'll be easy to make

That's pretty funny, vw!

Steph is being way productive today. While I sit in my jammies. I can't even make coffee because I rean out yesterday. I do have some instant that I will break out, though.

And, I just tried a sample of Alavert and hoping it will kick in soon. The BF had to work a Woman's Show last week, and he brought me the goodie bag. The bag itself is a purple thing on wheels. Inside were samples of Alavert, Advil and chewable Caltrate; Lubriderm sample; water bottle; couple of greeting cards; tampon and pantyliner samples; an Intuition razor; toothbrush; t-shirt; and other stuff I don't remember. I got a haul.

It's not snowing here.

I hope Franny feels better soon, Burrell.

Hi all! I'm in my friend G's hotel room to use his internet access for a bit, and then we are heading back to my apartment to finish packing up stuff, and then hit the road to Belmont.

I miss LA already, and want people to come visit me.

It's gray and bleak. I'm at a computer station at Stanford, between student doctors. The first one of the day, frankly, kinda sucked. I feel bad for him because he was very nice, and trying to do his best, but his spoken English was rather limited and his comprehension of other people's spoken English even more so.

So we spent a very, very long time endlessly discussing every minute detail of my psychosomatic stomach pains, a very long time on my sexual history (bless the student doctors, they're all so happy to get to this part because it's a nice simple checklist of unambiguous yes/no items; even when they're embarrassed about having to say the words, they're just delighted with the yes/no-ness of it), about 2 minutes on the physical exam, and about 90 seconds on my social and family history, at the end of which he said kindly but bluntly, "I think you are involved in a case of domestic abuse. I will send the nurse in. You are in a safe place here." I blustered and denied, as I was supposed to, and he said, one eye on the clock, "I think you are a victim of violence. My nurse will come in. It was very nice to meet you!" and bolted.

I'm fairly certain that if I'd been a fearful and shame-filled abuse victim, I'd've bolted too at that moment. Well-intentioned guy, genuinely compassionate, and probably a superb physician in his home country, but oh so unready for clinical work in the U.S.

beth, the swing dancing sounds extra-nifty and I am covered in jealousy. And how funny that the 15-year-old outdanced the others; lots of times it's the other way around, with the 60-70-year-olds for whom this music was their crazy rebellious "Fuck you, grown-up world!" dance music, who dance the spry young people into the ground.

I am not jealous of anybody's snow, and I mourn that Teppy's coffee is all iced and uncomforting.

Checkbook is now reconciled. Unfortunately.

The unexpected 4 new tires threw me further into the red than I thought I'd be, but I think if I live like a hobo for a while, I should have my checking account more or less at a zero balance (versus a negative balance) by June.

I seriously have to pay closer attention to this stuff. Jesus.

I think I'm going to fold laundry and cry into my nice clean towels.

Oh Steph, I'm sorry. That is so of the suck.

I hope Franny gets better quickly too. Poor baby.

JZ, oh dear. I hope he learns quickly. Do you evaluate them? Does someone watch them? How does that work?

Deena, darling, do you have time to jump on AIM for a minute?