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I'm so sorry Ginger, I know it's hard.

And strength to you, Laura. Funny how much even grown children need mothering.

Laura,

15 hours? that's barely worth doing.

That was my thought as well, le nubian.

She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.

I disagree. You are wonderful, and I always thoroughly enjoy spending time with you.

She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.

I thought you were warm and welcoming and wonderful.

There's more than one way to be warm. Some people are effusively warm and others have a steady, sure warmth that might be more reserved, but it's there. I still have the papier-mache steampunk-y dirigible you sent me hanging in our dining room, and it still warms my heart to see it.

Unrelatedly, I have eaten crackers and chicken soup and watched Thor. (Thanks for the Invader Zim link, Hec -- I suddenly came over all Asgardian.) I think maybe my stomach is staying settled, but my stomach still feels like it's being squeezed by a Hulk fist. Worst abs workout EVER.

I might try mac & cheese for dinner. And I damn well better be fine by tomorrow, because there are paczki with my name (and my co-workers' names) on them to take in to work tomorrow. I've only missed one Fat Tuesday in 17 years, and it was the year my grandma died and her funeral was on Fat Tuesday. (Which was ironic, because she was the Polish grandma who made paczki my whole life.)

Ginger, you're one of the quirkiest warm-hearted individuals I know, and I'm both blessed and honored to know you. The framed kanji you sent is hanging where I see it every day and think of you, and the Supernatural-themed trifles you've sent make me smile that you know me so well. Distance has made me a less-good-in-person friend than I have wished to be, but you're always close in my thoughts. I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend. From how spectacular her house was, she must have been almost as wonderful in her way as you.

Zen, I've met you, and I like you quite a lot. I suppose as reclusive as is my nature I could qualify in some areas for cathood. I refuse to discuss my childishness.

Laura, I nod along and raise a maternal fist in solidarity with your opinion. As always.

Teppy, I hope things ease up for you swiftly and well.

...for the rest of you, too.

Ok, Social Security hung up this afternoon. Without giving me a chance to get to the phone. That's dickish. hello? Impaired person. That's you know, why we keep not-meeting like this. And I have a total fake-o name to get in touch with, to the extent that I might as well talk to Mr. Orange, Mr. Black, or Mr. pink. Who has two thumbs, brain damage and a morning to waste on hold? This gal.

Beverly, as usual, speaks for me.

I adore Ginger, Zen, Laura, Steph and all y'all.

I hope the afflicted feel better soon and the affronted find peace.

Ginger, your kindness in helping me with graphic stuff over the ages certainly feels warm to me. I use the pdf handbook you fixed up for me every damn week! Seriously. I don't know what I would do without it.

15 hours, Laura? Sheesh. Did they tell him what sort he'd have to do?

Inmenews...I went to the Apple store today and had a customer experience roughly 100% better than the last go-round. Very helpful youth helped me to a) do what I needed to get the newish computer in useful mode and b) helped me let go of my righteous, but useless rage over advancing technology leaving me with FIVE working computers that are useless to me.

Now, I'm just going to let. it. go. Put the older stuff on ebay and move on with my life.

Weirdly, I'm coming to you from the second to last computer which miraculously is connected to some wifi server, despite never having done so before today.

Miraculous healing, and I hope not inconvenient for the network holder...which I think is actually the apple store's account. He must not have closed it before I left.

I'm just diddling around while erasing all I can from the hard drive.

Deedle lee dul doo.