Just turned on the computer for the first time in a couple days, so just heard about your DH, Connie. I'm so sorry that you had to say goodbye so soon. I felt like I knew him a little through your stories of him - and the world will be a little poorer for the lack of him. I wish you so much peace right now. I hope the people around you will be able to support you in the way you need, and that the people here will fill any gaps. {{{{{Connie}}}}}

checking in on the overnight shift. Hey Connie, what episode of Castle are you on, in your marathon?

Day two of wedding party is complete. Bachelor Parties. We went to a burlesque show. On the whole, it was good. Silly me forgot my ear plugs. The house band was rather loud. Good, but loud. We had good seats. I was on the aisle, and the performers were dancing all around hte place. I was at the end of our table, right on the aisle. So I had some pleasant attention. I offered the groom the spot several times. He did not want it. ::shrug:: Ok. I'm not going to complain!

Tomorrow is rehearsal dinner. First, drink some more water before heading to bed.

Thinking of you, Connie. I wish there was something else I could say. I hope you got to see Captain America again and that Castle is a useful thing.

Shir, I do hope you're in a relatively safe place. My mother-in-law is visiting, and the way she's describing the whole thing sounds just horrendous.

I just finished the set of episodes in S2 where Dana Dulaney is the FBI wunder-agent. I'll pick up S3 but maybe just specific episodes from later seasons. I really resented what they did to the original captain, and, of course, the whole Beckett's mother thing.

I did see Captain America, and I'm about to be taken to Maleficent.

I liked Malificent, I hope you do too.

Maleficent wasn't bad, though its twist is kind of ruined by Frozen doing the same thing.

Went looking for his keys, they were in the first bag I looked. Wasn't prepared for what the sound of them would do to me.

Fuck.

Unexpected things are unexpected. Hang on.

Weirdly, after the first shock, I'm mostly OK once I incorporate that particular pain into the mosaic. It's tempting fate, but the pain doesn't mean something horrible to come. There's the anticipation of coping with the pain, but the event is done. It's a wound that's happened, and healing is hard, but the infliction is in the past. Though again I find myself slightly envying those who can take themselves off into a dramatic decline and have other people cope for them.

One step after the other, Connie. I'm keeping you in my thoughts.

And in another post.

Thank you for the words. My city is bleeding and raging right now. In a way (that's ignoring the death toll), that's the hardest part. I'm keeping myself safe, and choosing my anti-racist demonstrations wisely.

There's a sentence that's been repeated in the first anti-racist demonstration, the day after the racist mobs terrorized my city, that was the day after it's been revealed that the three teenagers were dead. "This is the time for mourning, not for revenge". I think it's the first time in decades I hear Jews saying that. Almost no one else dared to say it before (Holocaust repercussions). A part of me wants to believe, carefully, that it might be a good sign. To have some kind of public emotion that is not a blood-thirst.