Aww. Lovely husband/SO stories. My Girl, of course, is an angel (a tiny Jewish bad-tempered one). We don't like the word 'carer' very much, but she supports me in everything. I wasn't physically disabled when she met me. A year into our relationship, she very quickly had to learn how to do everything from bathing me, to fighting on my behalf when care services and the like refused to help. I assumed she'd be out the door pretty fast. She was very much not.
Rarely do I acknowledge that. I'm going to have to put something in my civil partnership vows. (Something beyond 'in sickness and in sickness'.)
I wonder what I should do with my day, other than reading for my essay. I feel like hanging out at Camden market. I might do.
I could go get the textbook from my last class and start quoting - you'd be out like a light. But wait, so would I...
But seriously folks...
Anxiety, general brain-just-won't-shut-up, or who the hell knows?
Not that I know anything helpful to offer for any of these...
Um, I could spontaneously start spouting Jabberwocky (the only poem I still have memorized)...funny story - after Jilli-style Magic got us in to the Alice in Wonderland Exhibit at Comic Con, one of the props on display is the "Vorpal Sword", so of course I start spontaneously reciting Jabberwocky. Then two of my friends and at least one complete stranger from another group start reciting with me. It was an awesome moment for geeks and lit-geeks both.
Could be worse. Could be the Voldemort of Disneyland songs.
Oddly, this one has no power over me. Fear me - I'm not afraid to sing it.
Seska, that's really sweet. I'm so glad you guys found each other.
And now, I really must go to bed. Erin, I hope you get to sleep before I do...which will be very soon, believe me.
Wishing you both sleep, EpicTangent and Erin.
Ah, just seduced my asleep boyfriend and if that won't cure the sleepies, then I don't know what will.
But I appreciate your kind wishes, all the same.
I'm awkae too. I'm happy I managed to get sleep at all. I've been so sore the last couple of days.
swoons
If any Bitches feel like a shopping trip to St. Louis, I do have a spare bedroom.
Shir! I may (may may *may* - NOTHING is confirmed) be coming to Israel at the end of this month. Coffee? Advice about a church to go to for Midnight Mass? Coffee coffee coffee? :D
swoons
If any Bitches feel like a shopping trip to St. Louis, I do have a spare bedroom.
Oh, wow! It's things like that that make me realize I need to learn how to sew, in the sense of able-to-do-basic-alterations. There are 2 fantastic vintage stores in my neighborhood, and they do occasionally have things in my size, but not always. But there are some things that are just a little too small, like dresses with full/circle skirts, that I could cut the top off and change the waistband and make into a skirt. If only I knew how.
I suppose I could just buy them and take them to a tailor, but I'd kind of like to be able to do that stuff for myself.
ION, it's yet another furlough Friday, and I have to take my car in to get an oil change and brake pads and a drive belt. It's been planned/budgeted for, but I still hate shelling out that much $$ when I'd rather buy Christmas presents with it.
