Kudos to Hawaii's Hoohiki, or their process to get documents from their courts. I sent an email asking what form to use to request adoption records, and within a couple of hours I had the PDF I needed. I don't want to even think what would be required in the non-Internet age.

I know there will be tsuris regardless, so I'd operate like they said. Even if you get a conditional yes, it sounds like she'll renege. So just move forward, loins girded.

City smells faintly of old farts and wet dog. Which I suspect is just exhaust due to inversion. No breeze, humidity rising. It gets like this sometimes. Unfortunately, I am airing out the house.

The air quality here is terrible due to wildfires nearby. I've had a migraine since Tuesday, and husband's got a cold that won't clear up. We're both blaming the smoke.

Yeah, at least there isn't smoke here. We haven't had smokey air since...uh? 2000? But I grew up in fire country, so I know the drill and phlegm.

But the city gets this peculiar smell now and then. Few others notice it, but apparently it is a Smell I am good at picking up on, and do not like.

Awww, fuck. I just looked at the directions for Emmett's tournament tomorrow. It's an hour and forty minutes away! That's further away than Sacramento! It's past Manteca, a City whose very name means lard. And we've got two games tomorrow with a two hour break in the middle and a two hour drive back. Holy shit, that's dismal.

Maybe if you think of Manteca as a Dizzy Gillespie song it will be a nicer drive?

Maybe if you think of Manteca as a Dizzy Gillespie song it will be a nicer drive?

Sadly I've been to Manteca. Plus, Emmett just figured out that he doesn't actually have his blue jersey here as he presumed without looking.

So, now I get to add a forty minute detour to Albany to tack onto my hour forty trip to the land beyond lard.

Beyond Lard. Potential cookbook title?

I am grumpy because this list: [link] doesn't indicate how the arrests/investigations/court cases went.

Oh. Huh. I'm currently working with one of the women on that list and I fully expect the hubby to be around on Monday.

I can't work out how to feel. I mean, I know how to feel--American Airlines read my complaint and said "Ooh, she's pissed, give her a voucher that will get her many places in the US." But they clearly didn't think it was worth more than a form letter, and given that my complaint was I WAS ON MY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL I feel they could have said something more than "we know your time is valuable and you are frustrated". No, let's take a minute--my health is vital and I am unwell and in pain. It's amazing how much difference not-a-form-letter would make.

But that will probably take care of my flight to the wedding, if I'm lucky, and is almost as much as I paid to fly back for my sister's party.

So--I know the answer is "grateful". But I'm still pouty.

However--upside to having the car in the shop and driving three different cars while it was busted--*now* my new car feels like it's mine. So, there's that.

I'd probably still say "Engage," when I hit the button.

Almost all the dishes are done, plus I had delicious pancakes for dinner. Win.