In news of me, my new roommate moved in this weekend and he's a boy! Eee! It's been a while since I've lived with one. So far, I haven't really seen him at all. but he seems to be nice and considerate. And it should really help me get my financial sitch in order.

This is great news. Invisible roommates are often the best kind.

So let me be Captain Logic, and remind the pit of your stomach to ease up on you a bit.

Thanks, Steph. I'll try to listen.

I stopped to think who I wanted with me, because my friends and family are really good about stuff like that, and realized the problem was, I needed Scott with me.

Ow. Yeah, I'm so badly in need of love and comfort right now, but the person I want it from is the one in the hospital.

Ow.

Joe was trying to get a hold of you yesterday to ask you something. He said he'll try again this afternoon, I gave him the cell number.

Thanks, Aims. If he doesn't get ahold of me (I'll have to turn the cell phone off when I go inside to visit), I'll try to call him at home later in the afternoon.

{{{Sean + S}}} Is there anything we can do to help? A hotel room closer to the hospital so you don't have to drive so far? Gift certificate for food that doesn't come in a tube? Don't be afraid to say so.

Yay for all the adoption news!

Invisible roommates are often the best kind.

And, frankly, when he is visible he's pretty hott and has a great accent so it's win/win (unless he starts stinkin' up the joint with his boy germs and, to be honest, the place is already stunk up with boy germs. they're just from 2 boy cats and one old man dog).

Ow. Yeah, I'm so badly in need of love and comfort right now, but the person I want it from is the one in the hospital.

Ow.

I think pretty-boy-with-accent boy germs are the good sort of boy germs—like the pro-biotics of boy germs. I'll send you folding money if you put a sticky on his back that says, "Live and active cultures" next time he's home.

So let me be Captain Logic, and remind the pit of your stomach to ease up on you a bit.

Thanks, Steph. I'll try to listen.

Okay, then. Don't make me kick your stomach's ass!

...or something like that.

One thing with anesthesia recovery, my husband never remembers the recovery room, even if he's been having lucid conversations with me and the doctor. It's very weird.

It didn't help that they let me into to see her while she was still coming out of anesthesia, and that was about the scariest thing I've ever seen. She was awake, but not seeing, making noise but not talking, and moving in random ways. It was VERY distressing.

I swear, that is one of the worst things ever--seeing someone you love that out of it.

DH doesn't deal well with anesthesia and when he had his wisdom teeth out, he started to get violent coming out of it. They called me back into the room to try to calm him down and I was nearly in tears by the time he became coherent.

Invisible roommates are often the best kind.

And ones that don't mind sharing their Oreos are also good.

Did they at least give a reason why?

Only that some of my numbers weren't right. Although I picked up from the last meeting that they were pressed for time and may not want to take the time for me to get oriented. Not that I don't feel strung along here--I think if they wanted to, they could take the time to get me where I could produce for them and it would be a benefit to them. But whatever. It's their loss. I'm going to bill them at a higher rate since I'll have to pay taxes on this money, though. My prices as an contractor are higher than if I was an employee.