I don't know if any of you recall my cousin's car accident two years ago. Two years ago today, in fact. Her car rolled multiple times as she tried to avoid another accident. She had to have part of her spine fused, her wrist had been broken, and she had traumatic brain injury.

She has worked hard at her recovery. Her wrist and neck healed fairly quickly. Dealing with the brain injury and chronic pain are ongoing issues, but if you didn't know she had been in an accident, you probably wouldn't guess. She is back to driving, even on the freeway. Her hair is finally growning back.

Her accident seems so long ago and yesterday all at once. I'm so glad she is doing well. I wish I could see her more often. It has been over a year since our last visit.

Yes, Jesse. It's made it difficult to have a therapist because virtually nobody iad hours past 5:00. Which is when I usually leave the office. I wonder why nobody thinks about being open for hours like 1:00 to 9:00. Gives you the morning to run your errands and then get the after-work trade.

The office I do a lot of work for has Therapists who start at 6:30 AM, and other who work late, taking appointments up to 6:30 PM (session ending at 7:00 PM).

I have a caregiver to interview on Wednesday. This would be a part-time position hired through an agency to work 2-6 or 7 every weekday, do a little housework, pick-up mac, guidance on homework/chores, and then play/monitor. FINGERS CROSSED! Getting this filled before school starts would be such a relief.

I don't know what time my sleep psychologist's hours started, but she did run conveniently late. She was hella expensive and not covered by insurance and tried to guilt trip me into continuing her woo woo your heart has a sensory field bullshit and there's an envelope with her logo on it lying unopened in a stack of mail just brought upstairs...

I got rejected. Again. I'm just giving up on interviewing. I'm more than qualified. There's just something wrong with me. And I'm irritated. Throwing myself into another book-writing binge, I think. The hope of getting published again is keeping me afloat.

Timelies all!

Gary gets home from a business trip in a bit(depending on whether or not the plane is on time), then leaves for another one early Wed. Ah, well...

You are more than qualified, Allyson. I am sorry this is so frustrating. But you are also a hell of a writer, so I can't help but be happy with you wanting to do more. I just wish it weren't because you were being treated so poorly by interviewing.

There is nothing wrong with you, Allyson.

At lunch today I got a text from a coworker saying "SOS! E needs you back here ASAP!"

So I paid for my lunch and rushed back to work.

When I get into the house and ask where the fire is, it turns out that there is a poisoned chipmunk squeaking it's last squeaks in E's office in a cozy little nook of discarded fabric.

Now, if I hadn't already gotten my lunch, if the last meal I'd eaten was at 5am and I'd rushed back because of a half-dead chipmunk, I'd a been truly pissed. The fuck, coworkers? Cry wolf much?

It's been three years since I got the Tom & Jerry distress call about a rodent in the building. 6 capable adults in the house, and they foul my lunch break.