Just read an email from my boss asking me to call him tomorrow for a chat with HR. Another colleague on main campus mentioned layoffs, so I'm a little nervous. It could be that they don't have my performance eval stuff from last year, which is totally my fault.

Ooh, good luck vortex. And yeah, I get the blood pressure thing--I can't listen to the news these days.

Ack, I hope it's a simple thing, Vortex.

Much it's nothing~ma, Vortex.

Echoing the nothing~ma, Vortex.

I went and was productive in a coffee shop while StW studied, and then we went across the street to the bar and had a drink. Still adorbs. It's funny, he's the introvert (and emotionally reserved) and I'm the extrovert (and very open, as y'all know), but he does more talking and I do more listening, in general, when we're together. I think he likes having a non-doctor to talk to, and I've become a better listener over the years. His recent ex was there, too, with a guy. They waved on their way out.

Seeing StW definitely improved my mood. Also, the PMS should be waning, and I sent my resume out to a few places tonight. I'm proud of staying productive despite my shitty mood the last couple of days.

So Hubby called the cardiac folks to enquire if they'd perhaps deign to let him know if I was likely to keel over stone dead in the next few weeks or so. As he told me they told him, "For someone your age, in your shape, with your health, your heart is what they want to see."

Which kind of sounds like, "Considering your car was blown up, hit by a train, and fell off a cliff, it's in terrific shape!" but I'm going to assume that my heart's doing pretty well and some time spent on the recumbent bike at the gym is not only not contra-indicated but pretty damned well encouraged.

The world's narrowest house. (Proposed)

Ack! Mental claustrophobia!

I've been keeping a log, and in the last couple months I've had about 10 days where I wasn't suffering from a headache. The one I have now, that I've had for 4 days, is particularly nasty and won't let me sleep. Also, my sense of taste is way wonky - things either have no flavor or the wrong one.

I'm not going to google, b/c I'll just freak myself out, but is this too stupid of a thing to see the doctor about? I'm at the point where I'm actually considering it, but I don't want them to be "yeah, it's a headache. Take Tylenol and deal with it."

Just confirmed: The Girl and I are going to Scotland in August - WITH SHIR! In a campervan (I think you people call them RVs)! We will see lochs and mountains and a lot of midgies! I am way beyond excited.

I enjoy almond milk more than soy milk, but that's not hard because soy milk is OF THE DEVIL. Yes it is. (I am not lactose intolerant, but for a while I thought I might be. The problem turned out to be wheat.)

I'm so glad it went OK with the landlord, smonster.

Hopes for it being absolutely nothing, Vortex.

Burrell:

Well dang Seska, I'd say that worked out perfectly.

Indeed it did. I am delighted to be oppressed by my woman.

Did I mention SCOTLAND?! With Shir?!

May it be no big deal, Vortex!

Seska, that sounds like the awesomest road trip ever!

Raq, I say see a doctor. The wonky sense of taste makes it sound like it might be serious.

I am awake early, and working in my bathrobe. This is not ideal. I should either shower and dress, or go back to bed.