I totally thought of ND during the 11 o clock hour. I hope it helped.
My iphone screen has been replaced! It works fine again, I can read it! Yay.
Also, fingers crossed, my sister might have found me a roommate. Odd, but the girl knows my brother and sister and just graduated law school (at my alma mater!) and is moving to Seattle for a job. How random would that be??
Sometimes being a packrat pays off.
In my office, most of our files are on the network drive; like a good-news-bad-news joke, everyone can get to them. Which means anyone can move or completely delete files. Our ED was looking for some files and - whoopsie! they're gone! Luckily I - being something of a packrat - had duplicates on my hard drive. I was aboe to send her what she wanted.
Jilli, that is awful. I am so sorry. And sorry you can't have an adult beverage as well.
{{{Jilli}}} I'm sorry. Seriously 2011, back off our Jilli.
Damn, Jilli. I am so very sorry about that. And the not being able to have some absinthe is a total insult to injury. Stupid drug interactions.
Oh Jilli, that seriously sucks. I hope a wonderful opportunity comes knocking very soon.
{{{{{Jilli}}}}} That is just rotten. I am so sorry.
ION, I just had a good but emotionally draining conversation with my mom. It was good, and ended well, but now I'm feeling self-inflicted (by no means mom-inflicted) guilt at having rocked the boat.
(To make a long story short, she accidentally tripped a trigger I didn't even know I had regarding some experiences in the church I had been in for a long time, and I needed to talk to her about it.)
Feeling drained and a bit shaky.
{{Anne}} I hope that the good more than soothes the tough emotions. Peaceful rest wishes.
Thank you, Laura. The draining has to do with the nice little double-whammy that I don't feel I have the right (in general) to speak up, complain, protest, rock the boat, etc. So I spoke up about that after Mom unintentionally shut me down when I needed to vent, and that triggered guilt about speaking up. Argh.