what a waste of an organ.

I swam and then did my nails. Mom called from B'ham. She leaves tomorrow, but had an absolute blast with the boys.

Also, my SIL's district manager quit (she reports directly to him- this is La Petite) and she called up the regional office and offered that she was interested and oh, by the way, since they're coming into town next week for a site visit , she was happy to do what the former director would have and run the visit to all the sites in the district. They were VERY impressed. She's hoping, at the least, and noises are positive, to be appointed interim director. And the thing is, there are several messes her former boss left, and PJ is well known to the regional managers as a fixer. They specifically request that she run sites that are in the weeds because she fucking turns them around in no time and is not afraid of firing people if she can't turn them around. Which she's also had great success at. She's THAT GOOD. Damn.

Made chilaquiles for dinner as that was the easiest thing I could scrounge up. Take out would have involved someone driving, and DH is as tired as I am, plus he needs to go into work later tonight. (Yes I know there's also delivery, but for reasons unknown to me, my DH refuses to do delivery.)

So a friend of mine at work had some issues with his little boy, who broke something at school (the kid is a hellraiser and pushes boundaries of what he's allowed to get away with) and suddenly my friend and his wife are being called in and the kid is put on suicide watch and there's sudden horror of their kid being taken away from them. It's sorted now, ish, there's still doctors visits (psychiatric) and he showed up unexpectedly at my volunteer-driven deer drive for a taste of "normalcy" and relief from his family drama. I still haven't gotten the full story that would send teachers into a tizzy over a kid breaking something and translating that to a five year old trying to off himself.

it feels like all my favorite people are moving from LA, and while I totally support it and see the moves as positive for THEM, there's no doubt that each move makes me sadder as I see my wee circle of friends shrinking

It's okay. I'm not going anywhere.

Fuck, I should have called home. Since I'm working from home more I'm calling home less, because of the pattern I'd gotten into of calling home either on the way into work, or the way back.

But I spent all afternoon trying to sleep off this headache (verdict: fuck you for trying) instead. And it got late. And I'm clearly not sleeping tonight.

I think I had some leftovers at some point.

Today has been awesomely exhausting. I walked a 5K, then took twins to a birthday party, then a baseball game, then swam my mile.

Intersperse with cooking and you have a very exhausted me.

I was up since 5am, work till ten, home and backpack blowing the patio, the "parking lot", and the entire driveway. Then bookstore, got a new spare tire, then Target for new patio chairs to replace the ones that were smashed last October. Delirious nap at 5 where I dreamed about cleaning my apartment while my mom was unpacking the car and I was furiously trying to hide the unwashed dishes in the closet without her seeing. Woke up at 7 still extremely exhausted. Now reading Slaughterhouse Five, which I am enjoying far more than Cat's Cradle (which was a whole load of depressing and "why?".

great pedicure, disappointing fullest manicure...and I left my two bottles of OPI at the salon. Should I go by tomorrow and try to convince them that 2 bottles out of the wall of polishes are mine, or just consider them a lost cause?

Thunderstorm. Flash flood warning til 2am. Makes me nervous. Will probably lose power. Posting from phone. Wish my sister had stayed the night. Also, my heat pump is officially broken, so no AC. Kinda hot with windows closed.

I would try getting them back, msbelle. Is it hugely out of your way or likely to be a fraught conversation you don't have the emotional energy for? Otherwise, I'd give it a shot. You like the stuff, right? It's yours.