consider staying at Drew & Kristin's for a bit. Emotional support is a good thing.

This is wonderful advice.

Sean, all the best to you--and to S.

Good on you for having the courage to do the right thing, especially because it was so damned hard. You'll both be in my thoughts.

I'm still at work.

Been in a meeting ALL DAY, second day in a row. We have said we were going to call it quits a few times, and here we still are...

Oh, dear, Suzi. I'll pour a margarita through the interpipes for you.

Also, needing a bit of a pick-me-up myself, I resorted to the BRQG. This little spot of delicious crudity made me laugh so hard the cats ran to the other room:

Betsy: Nothing will ever replace "fuck me gently with a chainsaw!" in my heart.

billytea: Not even "Bugger me sideways with a fish-fork"?

Miracleman: Or "Fuck him up the ass with a combination harvester"?

Oh come now, people! I fly to a whole other state, and you only manage 15 posts?? What is up with THAT?

I am at the hotel, it is dinnertime, I am apparently quite close to a lovely river/park thing, but I am dreadfully exhausted (for no clear reason--we did not get up early today and I got sleep last night (unlike the ngiht before)). I am tempted to eat the two cookies they gave me (OK, I already ate one--its' oatmeal walnut chocolate chip! it was still warm!!) and call that dinner and go to sleep.

But it's 7pm and instead I will just be annoyed that by the time I get the energy to go find food and eat it, So You Think You Can Dance will have already started, and I don't have TiVO in the hotel. Where is the Future, where my TiVo is my computer???

I have managed to lose my glasses AGAIN! Keep your fingers crossed that I don't get stopped by any cops until I can replace them. I called every place I was at today and nobody had them. I already lost my glasses once and found them again, and my sunglasses are nowhere to be found. I shouldn't be allowed to have expensive things.

non-pull over ~ma and finding glasses ~ma to sj

In mememe: I got pulled over by the cops while coming home from Tallahassee this past weekend. I wasn't doing anything wrong, they just wanted to look at my car. They gave me a "verbal warning" to watch my speed and that my front windshield tint looked a little too thick. Then they asked me a bunch of questions about my car. Stupid small town cops.

I shouldn't be allowed to have expensive things.

You're absolutely right. In fact, I think you should send all of your expensive things to me.

And since I don't see that happening... much Find Your Glasses ~ma, sweets.

Sean, honey, I'm so very sorry. Hugs to you and S.

You're absolutely right. In fact, I think you should send all of your expensive things to me.

I can't because I have either broken or misplaced them all.

I almost bought this dress for the shower today, but it had weird pockets that stuck out on the sides.

I talked to my mom today, mostly not about her health, though she mentioned that the doctor had told her the cancer was incurable (which we pretty much already knew, though it sounds like she might've reached a new place WRT accepting it?), and that he was doing some kind of genetic testing to see if a particular treatment that's oral rather than intravenous might be effective in slowing the cancer.

This was all pretty vague, but I got the sense she didn't want to talk about it. I was thinking of emailing Very Conservative Oldest Brother or my Aunt B for more details. (Aunt B is a retired nurse who takes Mom to many of her treatments.)

Anyway, Aunt B just emailed my brothers and me. She said Mom saw the doctor today and had been wanting to stop the chemo because it makes her so sick, but he told her that if she did, the tumors would start growing again immediately. The chance of her having the type of cancer that's genetically susceptible to the oral medication is 25%, but Aunt B thinks she'll stick with chemo even if she has to keep taking it through an IV. She also told my aunt that when she was getting ready to drive into one of the little towns nearby, she backed off the edge of the driveway and then her brakes didn't work. But somehow she managed to drive it all the way into town without brakes and got it to the shop, where it remains.

I don't know what to think of that, or even whether to believe it, mostly because the edge of the driveway isn't very steep, and I don't see how sliding off it could damage a car. And Mom didn't mention it to me. Aunt B sees it as evidence that Mom isn't making good decisions, and she's going to talk to VCOB about it, since he's the only one of the four of us who's local.