I don't know, if I read that article correctly, you're only looking at a 12% reduction in intense pain from being in love. Would that be worth pursuing?

I should get myself one of those morning routines. That sounds like a good idea.

I'm never going to adjust to texting/calling my neighbors. Just a few doors down! Those are for long distance.

I'm pretty sure my mother considers an applicable medical specialty to be an additional bonus to the 12%, plus general caretaking duties, so for her, she'd think it entirely worth it (even if she did mention s-e-x in the email, and then freak out about it).

I, however, would be the one flipping my nut, so probably not.

It was in the 40s today so I made a fire. It would have been fine if I`d let it die, but I stoked it midday so now it`s 78 in here. Then I went out and built the woodshed floor and one of the two wood racks and loaded it. So I came in all hot. And it never rained.
 
But hopefully I can finish the other one tomorrow after work and maybe the SO will finish splitting the new load of oak and we can get that all under roof before it does rain. Now I gotta do some of the office work that I skipped to use the sunlight for woodshed.
 
OH! And I forgot to tell you guys. I came home from my (awesome) trip to find that the SO had completely cleared out my hoarders level messy office. It`s amazing. He is the best.

Derby practice kicked my ass tonight. Tomorrow night, the girls are coming over to make Jello shots for our fundraiser. This should be considerably more fun.

Cash, your Jello shots just reminded me.

Kelly has CJ for the night. He will be sleeping in her dorm room. Yesterday she was bemoaning the fact that he is too young to corrupt. Ahhh, a big sister trying to do her duty.

I'm not sure when she went from crazy scary lady to just crazy lady.

Is she retired, ita?

I think the lawyer lady is a whinepot.

My morning routine is usually 2 hours long. But it includes suctioning and administering nebulized breathing treatments, feeding a kid with a gtube, hoping she won't puke. Changing sheets after she has puked. Diaper changes (at least two). On occasion, re-bathing a child and myself and changing trach ties and dressings. Dealing with a morning tantrum (Noah's) or two (mine). Putting on moisturizer. Putting on primer. Putting on foundation. Searching for clothes that match, are clean and don't have indelible stains on them. Dressing and redressing multiple times. Breakfast for 3 1/2 people. Doing the dishes. Feeding the dog and the cat. Making sure a med bag is packed, a backpack and lunch are packed and my work bag is packed.

Fuck.

No wonder I'm tired.

Is she retired, ita?

No, she keeps putting it off. I'm trying to imagine both my parents home all day, and whoah, yeah, NSM. But it's gotta happen soon. This might be her last year, I figure.

I can be out the door in 20 minutes. But, I have to not only plan my outfit, I have to put all of the elements out, otherwise I'll spend 5 minutes looking for a blouse or trying to find the other shoe.

over an hour to do an online application for a part-time retail job. Jesusita.