meara, I think ghee is a clarified butter, and possibly liquid in form.

Yarr.

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Thanks, y'all. The whole work thing may actually work out well. Our journal may be picked up by some folks I'd really like to work for (whose names I can't really post at this stage of things) and I'd be able to keep toddling on doing worthwhile stuff at a semi-adequate pay-rate. Or one of the 60+ resume/cover letter combos I've sent out might finally hit paydirt. I've had a couple of responses so far--none of which have panned out, but at least my qualifications are catching some eyes. But still, I don't need the extra stress. And my masseuse is on vacation until the end of the month. (Yes, yes, we're edging into first world territory here.)

meara, I hope the meds work for you. And I'm sure it's a cross post by now, but ghee is liquified butter with the various milk solids (that foamy stuff that comes to the top when you heat butter) removed.

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He thought BUTTER would be yummy to take it with? Ew. I was thinking it was like, cheesy or yogurty or something.

I'm never a big fan of swallowing pills, but when tonsils are in rebellion, it's an impossibility.

And my masseuse is on vacation until the end of the month

Hee. Awww.

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But still, I don't need the extra stress. And my masseuse is on vacation until the end of the month. (Yes, yes, we're edging into first world territory here.)

Yeah, but you live in the first world. I know you didn't mean to go where I'm going now, and that's because there's some serendipity at work here, I think. This sort of stuff I'm going to mention has been on my mind big time, lately, and came up somewhere else, just last night, and your deprecation of first world problems just brought it up, again.

I think there are different stressors. Granted, they're not the same sort of dire, and immediate ones, but they wear a person down in different ways. Elsewhere, someone cited the Zen saying, "Fetch wood; carry water," noting how when we do physical, manual tasks, it is restful for the mind and senses. I mention it, because I've been cooking this theory for a long time about how we've automated so much of our work that used to be physical, and our poor, simple minds can't catch up.

For example, I could (in theory) be cooking dinner (in a crock pot, for example), while I do laundry in the washing machine, wash dishes (in the dishwasher), water the garden, and compose a memo on a tape recorder, while travelling (by car of course) 25 miles into work.

The technology lets my body do all these things (or more accurately, takes the place of my body in doing all of these things), meanwhile, my sad little brain is overwhelmed by all it's "doing" without the body. Also? Because so much of my work now involves so little physical work, I feel like a giant slacker, even when I'm doing (that is--when I have caused to happen) 5 things at once.

I'm not suggesting you get out the washboard or anything. But maybe taking walks, or doing some simple task in your home that you haven't done, something that involves your body, might be helpful. It's something I'm trying here and there to combat my anxiety--to live more in the moment, with whatever I'm doing.

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ghee is a clarified butter

nods

Made from tigers, according to the pole-axingly unPC Little Black Sambo, iirc.

...meanwhile, in mememe news, I have (a) coloured my hair Considerably Blonder Than God Intended once more* and (b) had an eye test and am test-driving contact lenses again, after 3 years or so of contanctlenslessness.

I so like being able to see without glasses! Yay for that!

*I wussed out of red, in the end. And am now concerned that my hair looks brassy and cheap, and not in a good way.

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Because so much of my work now involves so little physical work, I feel like a giant slacker, even when I'm doing (that is--when I have caused to happen) 5 things at once.

Oh, so very much this. I'm "doing" any number of tasks at once on the job, all while sitting on my butt in a comfy chair, with my muscles going "work? what work?"

But maybe taking walks, or doing some simple task in your home that you haven't done, something that involves your body, might be helpful.

My neighborhood is great for this sort of thing. Loads of walking trails. I've been hitting them as the heat permits. Luckily that broke (quite noisily) last night.

Made from tigers

I'd like to see the person who milks those tigers.

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I just discovered I made a giant mistake the day before I went on vacation last month. God. Guess I really needed that vacation.

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At the risk of talking too much about baby poo,

Oh dear. When I posted yesterday about Nora's gift basket to her new-parent neighbors, I suggested Nora offer to discuss anything but poo with her neighbors not because I wouldn't want to hear about it (because boy howdy would I ever be in the wrong profession if I didn't want to hear about poo), but rather because I thought the new parents would be tired of talking about it and would welcome the opportunity to discuss something else.

So please, Bitch moms, talk about your baby's poo and stop only if/when you don't feel like talking about it any more.

And now I'm off to work, where I'll be up to my eyeballs in baby poo.

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t smooches Jen before the poo gets to her

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{{Susan}} My condolences to you and your family.

vw, with such a busy day ahead of you I hope you're able to get a bit downtime to re-charge, as needed.

That, on top of the whole family health drama, has pushed me into a mass of giggling what-the-fuck-everness.

What Cindy Said. In fact, I nod along with Cindy so often that I might as well just change my tag. But I won't. The skittles one hasn't gotten stale yet.

I don't think I'll be working on my arms at the gym for a few days. My left shoulder and tricep are very, very hurty right now. I've taken some Tylenol but it hasn't kicked in yet.

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