I'm not a conspiracy theorist generally, but...someone made a boatload of $$ today.

I don't think that requires any kind of paranoia to believe.

hee hee! you know I was linking the two events, which does require at least an average bit of paranoia.

Cuffed jeans are making a comeback, -t?

My sleeping patterns were permanently screwed by waiting to hear Thunderbeetle pull into the driveway past midnight. Or the 67 Cutlass (lisence plate, the inevitable RUFCUT) StY drove. Once they made the driveway I could fall off that precipice into the sweet abyss of sleep. Unless one or the other of them was having an existential crisis and required an early morning counsel-and-cry session.

As long as I was back in bed by 4AM, could be up by 8AM and in to the office by 8:30 (what shower? what makeup), I could function. I got good at it. And I haven't been able to shed functioning on 4-5 hours of sleep ever since.

As soon as I posted that we'd finished packing, we found a cabinet in the kitchen that hadn't been emptied. HA HA, I GET IT, UNIVERSE.

It's fine, though. All good. Proceeding apace.

The end is in sight, Dana. Sooooon, it will all be a hazy memory as you bask in the *warm* glory of new experiences!

...At least you are still there? I didn't realize I hadn't moved my coats until I started unpacking. Luckily, I didn't move far.

I thought about getting a pedicure or going to the plant nursery. Instead, I napped and dreamt I had a dog that looked like a sandfox with a prehensile nose like an aardvaark. It was cute. Then I started to dream about a frustrating Target trip (kept losing my shoes) and decided I needed to wake up.

I sure missed a lively few days in Natter. I was in Dallas at a conference and left off social media in order to focus. I'm just as glad I didn't learn anything about the end of the Boston saga until it was over; I'd have been a wreck waiting for the next piece of news.

sara, I'm so sorry about Devi.

That article about the folklore among homeless Miami children was amazing and left me in tears. The Bloody Mary story is definitely more than 20 years old in America, though; I learned about her as a child in the 1970s. We learned it from older kids, and I'm sure the tale didn't begin with them either.

I am exhausted and I don't know why. The trip wasn't especially taxing, and while I did cuddle a baby for a while, I haven't come down with the baby-germ illness. Or maybe I did and it's just manifesting as swollen feet and a wheezing chest. Seriously, I couldn't sleep last night because the sound my own chest was making was keeping me awake. I sounded like a cat whining with every exhale. No coughing, no snot, no nothing but wheezing. I don't know. But I'm tired as fuck.

so, someone hacked the AP twitter account and tweeted that 2 explosions rocked the White House and that Barack Obama was injured.

WTFF??

Between the two kids, at least one of them will wake up in the middle of the night. On a good night, Kid A will climb into bed with Kid B instead of with us, but that's not something I can count on. sigh. I do love the snuggly mornings, but I NEED the sleep-filled nights.

I don't know if it was ever linked her, but this was another hack ... with, I think, fewer repercussions.

I sent it to Mira Grant (aka Seanan McGuire) with the subject line, "When will you rise? In Montana, yesterday" and she responded with "This? is AWESOME"

I was, as the Brits say, chuffed.