Morning from Maine! We're having drama.

Man, my mother managed to drive me to escapism in exactly four hours since I walked into the house. That has to be a record of some kind. Only that woman can simultaneously make me happy to be home *and* wish I was back on another continent on the same time.

In other news, Baby Dylan is so cute. Just this glorious little mass of waving arms and legs and scrunchy face! So cute! And Jessica, unsurprisingly, is so gorgeous with motherhood. And their apartment is beautiful.

Sorry about the family drama, vw and SA. We were just hitting the point where I couldn't stand to be under the same roof as my family anymore, as we were getting ready to leave.

Argh. I really HATE the new kind of voicemail system with speech recognition. Just called the postal service to get a package redelivered, and I had to spell out my last name four times before the computer could understand me. And even then, I think they might have gotten the Z as a V (I can't hear that difference too well, especially over the phone.) Then the word "parcel" took three tries. Whatever happened to just pushing buttons? Or, even, talking to an actual person who can understand "Z as in Zebra"? (Well, most of the time. There seem to be several people out there under the impression that "Pebra" is a word.)

Good luck with the drama, vw and SA.

I could use some ~ma for a friend who has huge health issues, mostly related to asthma. She had a cold and ended up out of work for months, one trip to the specialist in Seattle already, one surgery already, and another trip and more surgery planned (for another condition that exacerbates the asthma). She's completely out of leave, pretty completely out of money, and having panic attacks from a combo of the meds and situation. Her situation is so bad, it's hard to be encouraging, but she's a great person, a real trooper, and if anyone can make it, it's her.

This all makes me feel bad about being all bummed about my own asthma, which is apparently just asthma, not reactional, since I've been getting worse since going off meds (as instructed). I'm back onto Advair and I'm sure it will get better again, but I just can't wait to sleep through the night, and I'm bummed that I've apparently given up campfires, at least for a while.

Dang. Am I depressing or what.

That almost makes me wish I had a little dog. I wonder if I could talk the kitties into it, but I'm pretty sure that they'd rather stay home than travel in anything.

Heh. Dallas will climb into just about anything if it means she gets to go too.

Rocky and Freya will play in their carriers as long as they're just sitting on the floor, but as soon as there's any indication of impending movement, whoooooosh.

Although, when I brought them home from my friends' place after the avalanche scare, they were much more amenable. I think it might have been something about being locked in a room for three days with strange cats yowling at them through the door.

I thought I'd seen GetHuman posted here before but here is it again just in case shipping. Here's hoping you don't need to call them anymore anyway, Hil.

Thanks, Laga.

Man, my mother managed to drive me to escapism in exactly four hours since I walked into the house. That has to be a record of some kind. Only that woman can simultaneously make me happy to be home *and* wish I was back on another continent on the same time.

~ma for your friend, lib.

I know after all of the sparkler smoke and such, my chest reminded me yesterday that, "Yes, Cass, there is asthma and while you new meds are indeed nifty, there are limits." There was something strangely comforting about having a day where I really noticed it because that means that most days are so so so so much better now.

My critters are happy to be home and glad to have the evil carrier put away. Kittenish, with all of her medical and then having to be boarded issues in the past year, is much better about it now. Puppycat is still a little shellshocked. I think. Hard to tell with her.