Kathy, I'm admiring the hell out of the way you've taken charge of this, with the wrangling and the herding of cats and ducks in rows. In my brain I'm seeing you as Rosie the Riveter.

You guys, I have whacked the hell out of my forearm on a door handle connected to a super heavy door. I recommend not doing this at all, much less to the forearm connected to your dominant hand, and even less so to the muscle groups that control wrist movement and grip. In conclusion: OW.

I should go to bed. Instead, I am looking at hair styles because I'm in desperate need of a salon visit.

Oh, ouch, shrift! I once whacked my hand on the corner of a heating unit, and managed to nail a nerve center that numbed three fingers completely. Lasted a few hours, and really freaked me out.

Thanks for everyone's support and compliments! I'll be keeping everyone up to date with where I'm at, because I don't think I'll be able to shut up about it.

Oh, and I desperately need a haircut, too.

I don't think I'll be able to shut up about it.

I hope you won't! If that helps.

Oh, and I desperately need a haircut, too.

Once again, I don't know what to do with my hair. I'm going to call the salon tomorrow after I wake up, and perhaps throw myself at the mercy of a stylist. Within reason.

Can't catch up with 400 backmessages so I'm skipping la la la la!

I was overjoyed when I saw the SF Bay come into view. Though I was not born here, it very much feels like home. It was bittersweet, though, because I know this is only a visit.

Had a great day with two informational interviews that should help me catch up with what I've missed in the field since the '90s. Then used a voucher I had to see The Social Network, which is a solid film. Folks in Berkeley were lining up around the block to see it.

Tomorrow I'll go to the sale at Annie's Annuals [link] unless I suddenly get cold feet about commuting to the East Bay. In which case I guess I'll consign an album at Amoeba and catch Hardly Strictly Bluegrass.

I so prayed, as I lay in bed, that it was later than this. Oh, no. It was way earlier than this. I've been up a while now. And I just went to bed. I'm going to have to work out a way to spend the day even more horizontal than normal. And that's saying something. Horizontal and hydrating--my mantra for Saturday.

Kathy, this is so exciting and I'm so proud of you - just navigating the process seems like a huge achievement.

You guys, I have whacked the hell out of my forearm on a door handle connected to a super heavy door. I recommend not doing this at all, much less to the forearm connected to your dominant hand, and even less so to the muscle groups that control wrist movement and grip. In conclusion: OW.

One of my coworkers is out this week with a concussion after an iron fell on her head. It's awful, but I can't stop picturing little cartoon birdies and stars all around. (Not to mention ACME printed on the side of the iron.)

Yesterday I hit myself in the face with a hammer. Then I went to a baseball game that was a similar experience, metaphorically.

Oh, ita. If a genii offered me three wishes, I'd spend one on making you well.

If I had three wishes, I'd wish you didn't hit yourself in the face with a hammer, Ginger!

Low pain threshold Olympics. Apparently the part where the needle gun gets near you is very painful too.

It's not nice to mock, but, seriously, I fell asleep during my last tattoo. How frustrating it must be to find out you just can't do it--apparently she left with a line on her back.

My pain threshold must be higher than I thought, because tattoos can get a little irritating toward the end, or when they're filling color, but screaming? Leaving?

I hope she's fully medicated for childbirth, if she ever goes through it.

Kathy, this is so exciting and I'm so proud of you - just navigating the process seems like a huge achievement.

What Brenda Said

Oh, ita. If a genii offered me three wishes, I'd spend one on making you well.

And What Ginger said

Yesterday I hit myself in the face with a hammer.

iYou guys, I have whacked the hell out of my forearm on a door handle connected to a super heavy door. I recommend not doing this at all, much less to the forearm connected to your dominant hand, and even less so to the muscle groups that control wrist movement and grip. In conclusion: OW.

And What shrift said (in her conclusion)