this literally happened by just sitting down

Sprained my hand by taking off my coat. A month ago. And it still hurts.

That said, I hope it's nothing serious, Sophia.

Oh, thank DOG, Jesse. And I realise I've never considered low dudgeon. Probably disappointing anyway.

I prioritize having just my bowl to clean even if that means I pay attention while I microwave.

Ah, no. I am awful at intermittently stirring. Remarkably neglectful. I use one of these on the stove, and I still get a charge from how perfectly ita ! serving size it is--if I can just stand still for ten minutes, that is.

Argh, had a new development in the project I'm spending 95% of my time on, which will result in my art being reviewed/approved by a co-worker who manages to be both nit-picky and indecisive. At my checkup next week I may ask my doctor if I can double up on blood pressure meds.

I just need to remember that Big Boss told me in the past week that I wouldn't have to arrange re-licensing of some fine art from museums and artists' estates, which has been a small kernel of dread in the back of my mind for years now.

I It's simpler for me to stand at a stove stirring than starting and restarting the gowy box (no, not that one, the other one) because that's how I'm processing effort investment.

Also probably faster.

ita, you need one of the magnetic mixing hotplates which can self-stir stuff. Maybe just liquids though.

I am realizing how much my mother loved me as I go through the annoyingly bureaucratic process of starting a girl scout troop. Because my mom did that for me, including taking a group of 3rd graders camping. I know intellectually she loved me, but it's only as I sit in these awful "trainings" that I realize she did the same for me.

I wonder if Grace will do the same for a daughter in the future.

Also, Paul Ryan's neighbors don't like him either.

OH! I went to a professional development today and won a Nook Color!

I am realizing how much my mother loved me as I go through the annoyingly bureaucratic process of starting a girl scout troop.

Ha! I guess my mother didn't love me THAT much. Or rather she expressed her love differently and hence released me from the bond of proving my love in that way. Because she wasn't a troop leader, and neither am I it seems. In fact, only my eldest sister Liz was a GS.

I was a girl scout for many years, but my mom did not do any troop leader type stuff.

But we have a few troop leaders on the board, which is nice.

Some day Emmett will count up all the hours I've spent coaching baseball teams and driving him to tournaments and practices.

Then he will shrug, eat another slice of pizza and forget about it for another ten years.