There was just an earthquake there a couple of hours ago (Toronto)

This morning (which started an hour early when I gave in and stopped trying to force it) has been a cascade of fail--what's worse than being ten minutes late for your own meeting? Finding out that despite the meeting being on your calendar, invites never went out, so people think you're insane for telling them you'll be late. And there's no way to get those people on the same call this week.

Reading emails, tonight's release is in jeopardy. The release for which I cancelled going to my cousin's fortieth is off, so I could have gone.

My manager and my potential new boss are not both going to be here at the same time today, it seems, so I don't even know how that is going to go.

My parking/security pass is...somewhere not here.

I am terrified to catch up on my email any more, because...it's bad enough as it is. Maybe I can wait out the rest of the shit.

ayor of DC TORONTO caught on tape smoking crack. [link] No word on whether the bitch set him up.

Hahahah! Oh, from everything my Toronto friends have said they will be very glad to laugh and point. The question is, can he, like Marion Berry, because Mayor4Life?!

Steph, Rookie is hiring an editor. [link]

So my brother shows up last night and the three of us are up until 2AM talking about (mostly) what do about Mom. (And drinking good wine.)

I sleep late, am puttering about the house planning all the shit I have to do today, and just as I'm finishing my breakfast my sister calls: the folks at the facility want to take Mom to the ER again. Which is not even 48 hours since the last trip to the ER.

Off we go again.

Oh, 'Suela. Is this your brother the doctor who's visiting? Do you think any of you can push back against more ER visits?

That GeoGuessr game is SO much fun! I got 13,140 on my first game, and will probably play all through lunch. It's giving me a severe case of wanderlust, too.

It's weird--I've seen people I know from somewhere else reblog provocateuse tumblr posts, and they don't know it's me. Now the most prolific reblogger on my dash who I don't know at all has reblogged one--I'm just staring at the post on my dash wondering how it got there looking like that.

Trying to and failing at not having each of: anxiety attack/migraine/eyelid twitch.

Consuela, my mom had vascular dementia, too, and everything you're reporting is just like what she went through, minus the loyal husband. I'm reliving it, a bit, as I read your posts (not that you shouldn't post!). I feel bad that I'm not chiming in with words of encouragement, but all I can say is, it'll pass. Of course her progress through the disease won't exactly mirror my mom's, but the stages are common to all who suffer it, and it's all transient. One stage may seem to last a long time, and you'll think this is how it's gonna be, and then it changes. There are drugs that can slow down the rate of the strokes, but after a while we stopped giving them to mom, because it was pointless. We always want to fight against the inevitable, and sometimes the best thing for everyone is to let it happen as it happens. Your brother-the-doctor has probably said the same things our doctors said. If there were a way to make her better, to bring her back, that would be different, but there isn't. Comfort and safety is the only priority now. I'm so so sorry you're all going through this; it's horrible and heartbreaking, and I wish I had some comforting wise thing to say, but all I've got is, it'll pass. And don't be angry with yourself. That's important too.

The people at the ALF really need to chill, Consuela. I'm so sorry about another ER visit, but it sounds like you had a good time with your siblings last night.

Trying to and failing at not having each of: anxiety attack/migraine/eyelid twitch.

You're having a very stressful day. Tea?

Best comfort wishes, Suela. And enough good wine without having too much.