I guess you'll just have to drink something fruity where you can't taste the alcohol for me, darnit.

Nora, that's on you. I can't mix fruit and alcohol, alas. But I'll raise a bourbon drink for you!

I will have ONE Hurricane from Lafitte's Blacksmith shop, because in NOLA, I am a Sazerac Girl in a Sazerac World.

Wait, though, do Pimm's Cups count?

It's SO AWESOME that you guys are doing this!

Oh, thanks, Scrappy. I feel weird accepting accolades of any kind because I get so much out of it myself, you know? And I'm just down there for a week, and the residents of the Lower Ninth ward live their lives, day in and out.

But it means a lot to me that people appreciate what Historic Green is trying to do. I really like that it's supporting a neighborhood initiative and working through local nonprofits, and not so much "the white peoples are here to saaaaave yoooou... and now we're leaving."

{{{Laura and Bobby and Family }}}}

{{{lisah and Bob}}}

Teppy, I hope the transition goes smoothly. Celexa is wonder drug for me, and I can't imagine going off of it.

smonster, nora, one of you needs to have some sort of drink involving absinthe or chartreuse for me while you're in NOLA, okay? Please?

ION, I hate hate hate outlining TOCs. HATE. I'm trying to remind myself that the TOC is a snapshot, and it doesn't have to be omg perfect.

So much ~ma to lisah and her Bob. How scary for you both. Fuck cancer!!!

lisah- many good vibes for you and Bob.

Teppy, I hope the transition goes smoothly.

I am currently in Losing My Shit mode. Part of it is that today is Day 2 of the office being closed for snow (we've had enough snow to snarl traffic, but nothing snowpocalyptic by any means, but Big!Boss tends to err on the side of caution when it gets white deathy out there), and The Boy has gone to work both days, because he works only a mile and a half from the house. (Plus, who WOULDN'T go to work with an INSANE girlfriend at home?!?)

I read an article about a homeless man in San Francisco who lost his pet cat -- actually, what I read was the follow-up article, where the man got his cat back, thanks to the original article about the cat being missing -- and I just lost my shit totally, for about half an hour. I started to make out an elaborate plan of how to get through the next week with 2 Ativan. And then I remembered I could actually call the doctor for a real prescription. I haven't yet, but I might tomorrow.

Losing my shit for a little while actually burned some of the crazy off, though, so I feel okay right now. I made banana bread, washed all the dishes, did a load of laundry (and folded it and put it away), watched about a billion episodes of BTVS S3, and I think now I'm going to go to the gym since they're open and I probably need to burn off some more crazy.

Then when I get back I'm going to scrub the shower curtain, which I'm beginning to suspect is DELIBERATELY growing the fastest-multiplying mold known to mankind. And then I can hop in the clean shower and avail myself of the wonder of hot water and soap.

signed,
I'm aware that I overshare, but it helps to get it all out, so thanks for listening. Reading. Whatever.

Lisah, you and Bob are in my thoughts. Hang tough.