The SO gave me today as an admin day. Which I know does not sound like a gift, but given how crazy it's been the last few weeks and crazier it's going to get the next few, it totally is and I am very glad. I got a ton done, still have a ton to do, and feel very tired of looking at this screen.

I think I'm going to go clean up around the cabin before we have to do our first speaking tonight.

AND we still have to rehearse and get to the gym. And eat. Eating would be good.

Someone asked about same sex couples and immigration in this thread. My understanding is that USCIS has already approved the first SSM based petition. No official word yet but attorneys have been reporting that their clients' cases have been approved. That was on Friday. We are expecting official policy in 1-2 weeks but I think people could file now.

I went to Pilates, brunch with the Dude, went to Lowes and bought a new birdbath, off to Floyd's to get my hair colored, came home and helped fold laundry and now Buffistas. If J. finishes his newest article, we're going to "Much Ado." If not, hanging out here.

I'm always boggled at all the errands people can run on Sundays in other areas. About the only things open in my area on Sunday are supermarkets, big box stores, and restaurants. Libraries and public pools are closed.

24-hour gyms are closed on Sunday around here, too.

Today I didn't do much. Woke up at 1:00 AM, took an ambien and went back to bed until 7:00 AM. Got up, got Grace and Noah ready. Ate breakfast. Ran errands. Then we went to the Dodgers game for Girl Scout Dodger Day. It was 100 degrees and a clusterfuck of stupidity wrt to parking and locating my troop. Then we left and I went to the toy store and bought water squirters. Then the kids played. I bathed them. Made salsa and now I'm trying to figure out how to make the side of my face, where I got jalapeno oil on it, stop stinging.

Good thing I washed my hands well before dealing with Grace's trache.

I went out for lunch and shopping, and I was home by 2:00. Which is good, because by 3:00 the sky had opened up, and a creek that is usually a mostly dry drainage ditch decided to channel the pre-dam Nile, covering the driveway between the parking lot and the road in rushing water, flooding the well named flood plain, and climbing the slope behind my apartment building until it was about two feet from my compost bin. Which is fine, except for the part where my bin is three feet from my bedroom wall.

The water went down again quickly. Still, it was exciting while it was happening.

On radar, it looks like central NC is getting whomped.

ita !, I haven't, but my mother picked up two pieces from Goodwill that were done on dried gourds, and they are simply stunning. (One was actually carved into the gourd). Just lots of nonsense doodles and shapes, but so intricate that from a distance it looked like some Aztec mural.

Did not explode into flames during the photo shoot! Did not end up with heat stroke! Victory!

Of course, now I'm at home in nothing but my bloomers and bra, nomming chips and tomatillo salsa. That helps, too.