I'm having lunch with my mom today. So far that's the extent of my plans. We cleaned all day yesterday, so that's done.

A movie tonight could be an idea.

We're going to pick peaches today, assuming the rain holds off.

I have to evaluate the practicality of seeing a Fright Night matinee. I love Saturday matinees. They're cheap, and the mall is empty except for the dedicated and the loserish.

I just went to a different branch of the pharmacy to pick up my meds, and I swear if the pharmacist hadn't been black, I wouldn't have gotten them. Original pharmacy did *nothing* they said they'd do to make it possible for me to pick up the meds at the new place. He had to go against everything the system was telling him in order to give them to me.

Well, I'm glad you got them. WTF is wrong with people? The people who didn't do what they said they would, to be clear.

I think this whole bag of coffee is broken. It doesn't taste right and it's not jump starting my brain.

My only hard plan for the day is watching football early evening. I still have three baskets of clean laundry (and an overloaded drying rack) to put away, so maybe I'll do that...

The hoops you have to jump through are ridiculous.

I have marketed and shopped. I'll go to the pool in a bit. I got 7 lbs of peaches to slice up and freeze, which I'll probably do while I'm running laundry later.

The house next door is being renovated, and the shed/1-car garage behind the house was torn down at 9 a.m., so we got up and took our cups of coffee outside to watch. Better than cartoons!

I just walked Kato, and in a little bit we have to take him up for his photo session for the calendar.

Later on we're going out to some park in Indiana to celebrate Tim's brother's 50th birthday with grilled meat and possibly hiking. The good part is that WE are not camping (Tim's brother's family is, though); we're just going out to make merry and then come home and sleep in our own bed. That's the way I like the great outdoors: in controlled doses.

Good lord, ita !. The appalling bullshit just never stops. I'm glad you got them, though.

Spanx are sausage casing. I have a high-waisted pair I bought for my Audrey Horne pencil skirt, but I've only worn them twice. And once was a rugby alum event and they ended up getting passed around and worn as head gear and robber mask and such.

Zen, instead of replaying it, try focusing on observing and describing your emotions. "I am angry, I am hurt, I am judging myself for reacting so strongly," etc.

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HI BOARD DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN.

I kept forgetting we were down and checking in, and then once it was working I forgot it had been down.