Yes, it is. I do feel like I'm a little undercoping, but I am getting some things done, and not too far behind. I just have to plug away, a couple of pieces at a time, and I'll be alright.

Another excellent lesson in adult life skills. When you're buried, just keep chipping away instead of throwing up your hands in despair. It gets manageable.

JSw, Emmett sends his regards from San Francisco and admires your knightly ways.

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the vacuum was insolent to you. It had it coming. I wouldn't blame you if you went back to it and ripped its guts out, and screamed epithets questioning the morals of its parents.

Oh thank you, Andi. Bless you. That was the first time I have smiled tonight. Laughed even. It is sort of already gutted though I tried to jam most of the parts back.

It's a really old house (1928) and on a tiny hill. There is a wood floor under the carpet too, which is "floating" in the front of the house - if that is the right term. Smashing a bagless vacuum on the living room floor is really really loud. Also shook a few unbreakables off of the bookcases.

I do feel like I'm a little undercoping

What's this like? Would you like a vacuum?

I am much calmer now. I made some pasta for dinner so I have eaten. I am already going in late to work tomorrow because we are electing a mayor. Again. So I can sleep in an hour if I need to.

There might also have been an epiphany whilst sobbing in the shower which made it all make a little more sense. Not that assault on a vacuum is sense-making but I could see how I got there.

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If it kept you from searching for a concrete wall to beat your head against, it was a great coping mechanism.

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JSw, Emmett sends his regards from San Francisco and admires your knightly ways.

My regards to Emmett and my thanks. I always enjoy hearing about his achievements on the diamond.

Would you like a vacuum?

Sure. It doesn't sound like I could do it much more harm.

Not that assault on a vacuum is sense-making but I could see how I got there.

This is a good thing. Not the assault per se, but the figuring.

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Cass, the vacuum didn't feel a thing. After years of sucking up evil little dustbunnies and multitudes of cat hair, it lost the ability to relate properly to humanity. You did it a service by putting it out of its misery.

Much punctuation to you, my dear.

And, though it be a tad bit late, happiest of birthdays to the bug that could, and DID. I hope you enjoyed your day, vw!

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Yeah, the vacuum against the floor was better than my head against a big block of concrete. Once I realized that there were things in jeopardy beyond my floor which was getting whomped, I stopped.

This is a good thing. Not the assault per se, but the figuring.

Yes, this helped a lot. It helped break the cycle where I was hysterically crying because of a dumb broken vacuum, freaking out more because a stupid vacuum was making me cry, lather, rinse and eventually stop repeating.

and multitudes of cat hair

I am totally blaming the cats. I mean I am still petting them, but I am silently feeling that it is their fault.

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Okay, I am going to try and get some sleep.

Thank you all for getting me through earlier tonight. I realize that it reads so silly, but stuff tonight was really just the last straw. I was like a shooked up soda.

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I am totally blaming the cats. I mean I am still petting them, but I am silently feeling that it is their fault.

This is always fair. I always say to blame the ones that can't talk back. Young children and dogs are also good for this.

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Hair pictures are up at a friends flickr account: [link]

Some are sideways, but I'm not sure how to fix that, especially since it's his account. The after pictures are fair, but don't capture the best of the cut, as they are post-wind. One last caveat and addendum: I don't always look cross-eyed.

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Popping in to say we are home and exhausted and now have to get hyper baby to sleep. Wheee.

More tomorrow.

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