Erin, insent in re: your Press post.

Yeah, that was a fustercluck of epic proportions.

Do you know what happened?

Also, I believe the Seventh Ward is subdivided into Bywater (the L strip along river and Industrial Canal) and St. Claude.

Erin, insent in re: your Press post.

And another, from my work email (ieee.org).

The snacks shouldn't have more than 170 calories and every meal and snack needs to have a minimum of 5 grams of protein in them.

I pretty frequently snack on chickpeas. Right out of the can, rinsed, and then I usually sprinkle some nutritional yeast on them, but that's not really necessary. First google hit says that half a cup of chickpeas has 135 calories and 7 grams of protein.

Furthermore, I would like to add that literal curling into a ball is also perfectly acceptable behavior. Behavior in which I indulged Saturday night between sets. I was barely hanging on anyway, and then singing just took the rest of what I had to give, and then the pastor started talking about Japan, and it was just too damn much and I was all sobby and didn't want anyone to see. So I went behind the last stage curtain and laid my cheek on the floor and went fetal. No one saw me. Except my band leader. Who, bless him, totally pretended he didn't. And when I got myself together and walked back out into the greenroom, he drew me into a conversation about his new computer (air), total geek fodder, and a great way to get me back on board with the living world. He knew, and he knew I knew he knew, but he just gently brought me into normalcy. He's awesome. And then I went out for the second set and rocked the mic.

Sorry to backtrack a bit, but something just occurred to me after reading Liese's post. And that is, sometimes you can fight the fetal reaction and be shredded for weeks whereas giving in to it completely can be exactly the tonic you need, and actually allow healing to happen so much more rapidly.

I've had situations just like Liese's (and Maria's, and so many of you) where the longer I tried to be strong, just for the sake of ego or needing to always be the strong one, whatever, the less I could cope. But a glass of red wine, a watching of a really sad movie (or god, I put on Joni Mitchell), and totally going fetal for an evening? With heaving sobs? Felt GREAT in the morning. It's like the fetal is there as your reset. USE IT.

Erin, insent. And so much~ma to your friends.

Bywater is part of the Ninth Ward (it's technically the Upper Ninth). Seventh Ward is further back from the river than St. Claude.

It's like the fetal is there as your reset.

It suddenly occurred to me that if I didn't have to use my computer as a resource, that I would be very happy to do tech support from under my desk. Tucked up in the dark corner, no one could see me--damn, that sounds soothing.

Thank you all, so much.

T was devastated, of course, but she is keeping her shit together and working at her school till the 25th.

They don't know yet we are doing this, and they haven't asked for a single damn thing. They are very self-sufficient.

Ah. NO hoods, reminds me of NY giving everything a SoCoTri-whatever name.