I feel you on all of that, Steph, esp the gun range. I want to go to a shooting range some day, but DH is so anti-gun it makes it hard to bring it up.

And this?

So really, I am whining over ONE speaker. But it's a stranger! And therefore scary and might drain my life force over the phone because that's how phones work!

I was asked to direct the Undergraduate Writers' Conference for my department and it's a big ol' honor so I had to say yes, but getting the speaker every year? This X 100, oh my God! Because it's both phone anxiety plus Imposter Syndrome. Ugh. And it's just me being stupid because I KNOW WRITERS. But the guy before me was a published poet and he got all these big names and ... wilt...

I didn't swear at him once! Yay, me!

That sounds like a considerable accomplishment.

Wow, Connie.

Continuing ~ma for your hubby.

Shit Connie, I'd have been so tempted to shut the door in his face.

I am so sorry to hear things aren't going well. I will remind you that's it's always a roller coaster and to take heart that infections can clear up quickly, but intubation, restraints, it all must be very scary. Sending lots of strength and ~ma your way.

This is why he's up there, because it is a difficult time, and this is the kind of thing they do all the time. Probably the best hospital in the state is connected to the Huntsman by a skybridge.

Job ~ma, Sue!

Oh, Connie, your restraint is admirable, for not slamming the door on his face. Yes I said on.

Because it's both phone anxiety plus Imposter Syndrome. Ugh.

Burrell, Ugh indeed. Double whammy.

Oh and Plei, my Ancient Resins showed up today. I love it. It smells like a catacomb.

my Ancient Resins

this sounds...like something out of Indiana Jones.

Huntsman just called. They wanted permission to put in another port so they could get more IV access. The three lines he already has aren't enough. And the doctor said I should come up tonight and not wait for Friday.

Dear goddess.

Connie, sending all my strength to you and especially to him.