no joke, rest a spell, Consuela.

Am I wrong to want to catch the flu so I can justify not doing anything for a week?

As it is, I have to run the linens back to the church, visit Dad & plan his trips east, and go to the family council meeting at the facility.

All I really want to do is sit on my futon and read post-apocalyptic Avengers fic. Speaking of which:

I wonder if he ships Clint/Coulson or Steve/Tony.

Hey, he could read het! There's always Clint/Natasha, which I rather like.

Or both! Although the man is busy.

"Hm, stories about badass government agents or the symbol of America? I should ask Malia."

edit: "Hey, he could read het! There's always Clint/Natasha, which I rather like."

Bad liberal, my biases are showing.

Am I wrong to want to catch the flu so I can justify not doing anything for a week?

Nope. But you can definitely give yourself time to sit on your futon and read post-apocalyptic Avengers fic.

You are allowed to not do anything because you don't want to do anything, Consuela.

Timelies all!

My car wouldn't start this morning. Had to wait for the AAA guy to show up. Luckily, it was the battery, and he had a new one for me. Still, not the way I wanted to start the day.

Pace yourself, Consuela. Immunity takes a hit when you are grieving so you are more susceptible to the flu! Put off anything not essential, and be real objective about what is really required.

Kitty~ma headed your way, Fred.

Starting days with car trouble stinks.

Which, damn, I have a tire sensor on and I need to figure out if it is the same tire that keeps losing a tiny amount of air (okay, nitrogen) or not.

Am I wrong to want to catch the flu so I can justify not doing anything for a week?

I don't know if it is right or wrong, but I think it is understandable. I certainly felt like that.

Am I wrong to want to catch the flu so I can justify not doing anything for a week?

You're in mourning and that's bigger than the flu. Take some time right now. Only absolutely necessary things need tending at the moment.

Sent an email after lunch to landlady saying I'd love to make arrangements directly with the realtor to see the apartment. And that I wasn't comfortable either leaving my apartment unlocked, or the keys with the neighbor as she'd suggested. She told me Wednesday, neighbor heard Thursday. But either way, I didn't and won't leave my apartment available for any chucklehead, even my neighbor (who kind treats house-sitting for me as a way to entertain her kid and foster kids "hey, check out this neato forbidden place!". I want you to empty the litter box, not hang out and babysit).

I think my only obstacle is if neighbor lady accosts me and asks for a copy of my key. I don't actually want to acknowledge that I don't trust her.

Thank you all for chiming in on the confidential nonsense. I need to find something online that dispels this myth so that I can perhaps change her mind. Who knows where she got this idea.

Consuela, I was so glad to be able to attend. Your family was awesome, as usual, and the Priest was super duper. I was so impressed by his warmth, real talk, and message. I tweeted that he practically had me considering Catholicism!