Well, the clothes are all size 4-5ish, so they should fit for a while as your kids are like mine and fit into the smaller sizes longer than most. Like Franny is still wearing some of the 6T dresses and Isaac is still in 6T pants even though he just had another growth spurt.

So they are here for you when you want them.

Books can be donated too, but I offered just in case you wanted some.

I'm so grateful for you to offer.

I'm just... overwhelmed by the sheer amount of crap that we have. Moving often makes me a bit contemplative. We have most of the main parts in the house so now it's an issue on deciding what we need to keep and what needs to go.

I get it. I find our crap overwhelming and we have the ability to hide it and pretend it's not there. Well, hide some of it. The rest of it is just there, making us look like crazy hoarders.

I think I have too much stuff moving. I can't imagine with kids. And I don't have an overwhelming amount of stuff, I just hate moving.

When Simi Valley was on fire (yeah, when I went out and looked in two direction at burning horizon I just went home. That's not even a discussion I felt I needed to have with my boss.) the fires ran high hot and close enough that there was ash in West LA.

That year was insane. But it could happen again. And will, at some point. But hopefully not for a while and we'll figure out better strategies by then. Always hopeful for the future.

But that year was hellish. I'd never really thought that much of SoCal could just burn down and we'd have no defense but I did that year.

I have a Mass Effect 3 question that's too trite to ask in Gaming. If you're playing alongside Garrus as a friend, did he take you to the top of the stations to shoot cans to see who's the best marksman in the universe? If so, did you win or lose, and why?

Also, if you could explain what you are actually doing as a player to take these steps, I'd be very curious.

And, were any of you bothered with the complications of taking the same physical Shepard through all three games?

Stay safe, Stephanie! That sounds really scary.

OMG, the African nurse that I've had for the past three weeks isn't my nurse tonight, but she came by to check on me when she saw my name was in the system. Since no one else has been to see me yet, she is seeing what she can expedite.

I can believe I thought she didn't like me...she's so nice.

I'm almost done working. One more email to send...Sunday mornings are too complicated...

I can't believe you're working (a) at 5am on a Sunday (b) from the ER. That is madness.

I'm in the office for the usual Sunday shift, and they cleaned the carpets yesterday. And the building reeks of wet carpet. Joy. And we're not allowed to open windows because it's a security risk. Double joy.

I took a call standing outside waiting for the cab, and another one in the ER proper while waiting for a nurse.

Sadly this doctor is undercutting the meds as well as delivering them wrongly. Shame nice lady nurse isn't actually my nurse even though she went ahead and accessed my port anyway. She's on my side. Hopefully this is something I can clear up on the second dose--if they actually let me engage in advocating for my treatment, or alternately they could read the instructions in my file...