Morning all. Today: off to a disability aids exhibition, followed by a night in Nottingham, so that we're there for an early second viewing of the house I've fallen in love with. Wish me good structural condition, so we can make an offer!

Hil, that's so irritating about health insurance. I forget how lucky I am to have free health care without a job. I'm glad to hear the crutches are helping, though.

If you go to Sephora at a time when they're slow, you can often find someone who'll help you--and they're not paid to pimp any particular product. I went once saying "I have this old Sephora brand gloss I love, but you don't make this color anymore. Help me find a new gloss this shade!!" and had this adorable gayboy running all about the store with gloss all up and down his arm finding just the right shade. It was hilarious (and he did it! Sadly, it was a good color, but stickier and applied via a wand rather than a squeezy tube, plus more expensive, but I bought it anyway, cause it was better than no gloss at all).

And then taunted us because *he* had a piece of key lime pie and we? Did not.

Oh, now that was not nice.

And yes, Bev, my FIL is very elf-like. He's a darling man and my MIL is a force of nature in her way. Believe me, I know I hit the jackpot in the in-law sweepstakes.

Also? The husband sweepstakes as well. I am rather fond of him.

Thanks, javachik! I knew that, I just...never considered it in my case, which is short-sighted, at least.

They're all lovely people, as are you. A very nice set. I think I'll keep you. (((the Barbs)))

In my dreams, I was in Sodom last night.

I wasn't supposed to be there. I was supposed to be in Jerusalem, but I was hosting travelers from outside of the city, and as I walked them to the right bus station and we all got on the bus, they didn't (for some reason). So I was left there, and then... it was like all of my past dreams were coming back, because it was, in a way, familiar. Something with my sister, and childhood toys/gifts. And having to hide - myself, or them, because some things that were mine shouldn't have been mine then. And an Holocaustic element, to seal it all, with a charged search.

And, there's no chance on Earth I can even begin to describe how beautiful and exotic it was - Seska, it was kind of like the market where we met, only in an open street form, and a bit dustier and warmer. It was rich.

I believe reading Sandman the past few weeks has to do with it.

Aimee stumbles into the thread with a wild, glazed-eyed look to her. Hair is wet and disheveled and mostly hidden with a hat and she has the faint aroma of Victorious Parent but at a High Cost to her

she waves and falls face first into the comfy chair

t muffled Why do we ever have children?

(((Aims))) Bad morning?

Horrible morning. Horrible bad awful terrible no-good very bad morning.

But, like I said on FB, the upside is, her room is packed. Which is to say it is completely devoid of everything but her bed, bedding, book, and clothes.

{{{Aims}}}

Gronklies. Today, I have to get some work done and go grocery shopping. I'm trying to decide which to do first. There are problems with either order. I think I'm going to do work and then groceries, since that will slightly minimize the amount of walking I need to do.

Och, Aims. Och. {{}} and hairpets galore.

Oh, and I only now remember - did you get those chocolates?