NoiseDesign, that article kinda boggles the mind. I mean, I get wanting to protect your daughter and all. But... I guess the things that boggled me most was the female pastor thing, and the tracking software. Everything else screams "I don't trust my daughter". Ugg.

OK, back to work. Too much going on. Will be much happier by Tuesday (assuming Sunday & Monday go well). And tonight is a late night.

Albuterol always makes me feel kind of shaky. Oral steroids make me feel like I'm on speed, but inhaled ones don't have as much of that effect.

In contrast to freaky controlling Christians: A Quiverfull dad becomes a woman. Happily ever after, too.

That's WONDERFUL.

I'm reading and wishing ~ma and congrats to everyone, but I am overloaded this week and can barely brain enough to write a coherent sentence. sdkljfs

The congenital heart defect (hole in his heart-VSD) that was repaired with open heart surgery when he was four made him more susceptible to sudden cardiac death.

That's scary. I have an intraventricular septal defect. Never needed surgery, but still.

On the lighter side, a co-worker (NOT ME!) had a demonstration of the law of unintended consequences in action.

We're in a new office; it has a LEED rating - Silver, I believe - and one of the energy-saving measures is that the lights are activated by motion sensors. Walk into an office or area and the lights click on. Leave for a certain amount of time and they click off. Well, turns out that if you go into one of the restrooms for a little, shall we say, quiet contemplation, the lights go out. Leaving you in the dark. With no windows, no light at all. Until you emerge from the stall and move in the sensor's range.

That's scary. I have an intraventricular septal defect. Never needed surgery, but still.

It is scary. My nephew has had two open heart surgeries because of a birth defect. He's doing fine now, but I worry about him all the time.

My office installed those motion sensor lights in the restrooms. After several complaints and one poor woman freaking the freak out, they removed them.

Thinking about my heart beating scares me. Maria, I'm sorry. It's just so unfair.

Rose is a beautiful name. Welcome, little Rose.

I had a motion sensor light in my office. If I sat at my computer without getting up for half an hour, as one does at sedentary jobs, the light turned off. I got good at waving my arm just right to turn it back on.

It somehow seems really unfair to go through the fear and trauma of cancer and then die unexpectedly of a heart defect.

We're in a new office; it has a LEED rating - Silver, I believe - and one of the energy-saving measures is that the lights are activated by motion sensors. Walk into an office or area and the lights click on. Leave for a certain amount of time and they click off. Well, turns out that if you go into one of the restrooms for a little, shall we say, quiet contemplation, the lights go out. Leaving you in the dark. With no windows, no light at all. Until you emerge from the stall and move in the sensor's range.

My new office is in a LEED-waiting to be rated building. It has the same thing. I asked if the sensor could be added to the stall area. The response. "No, we don't want anyone thinking it's a camera".