WS, glad you got some good sleep.

Can we just pass a resolution that the rest of the summer is going to be puppy dogs and unicorn glitter farts and booze? Because that would be swell.

Please record my official vote as "hell to the fuck yes." Starting with my grandfather's death in May, then KM's quick downward turn and death, then a family beach trip with my sister's meds not working AT ALL which meant Bitch to the Max (plus missing KM's funeral due to said trip), and THEN the day we got back from the beach, we had to go to the vet and have my grandfather's cat put to sleep. Grandpa had made my mother promise to take Charlie home with her, and she did; he was fine for a month or so, then started slowing down and boom - dead from lymphoma, less than three weeks after diagnosis. My parents are both heartbroken; my mom feels like she failed her father and my dad had really bonded with Charlie. I'm telling you, there are better ways to end a family vacation than bawling with your parents and brother in the back of a vet's office.

So yeah, I'm done. I have no spoons for what's happening in Gaza, or on the border, and I'm just hoping my 98 yo grandma can hang in there for at least another six months or so. I feel badly that I can't be there very much for other people right now, but I'm trying to remember that it benefits everyone if I take care of my own needs and boundaries.

And Steph, I'm the same way. When people I love are suffering, it makes me sad, too.

I have no spoons for what's happening in Gaza, or on the border

I care in a really abstract way right now, because I got nothing. Our friend who's gravely ill in the hospital almost died last night, and even though she stabilized, it doesn't look good. She had a massive stroke, her entire right side is paralyzed, can't swallow, and has pulmonary edema now. I don't even have it in me to be optimistic, and that's almost the worst part -- that I can't even hope for the best, because I just don't think that's an option.

I have a Groupon to a shooting range (part of my "step outside my comfort zone" plan), and I think now is a very good time to use it. Shooting things sounds awesome.

Teppy, I'm sorry about your friend.

I must get my ass to the Treasure's office to pay my taxes and then get my car fixed. I know I had a spoon around here somewhere.

Guess who remembered at 10 PM last night that her car registration needed to be renewed AND managed to actually find last year's registration notice with all the secret codes and PINs you need to do it online?

(Because apparently someone is going to identity steal my tag number and VIN and go online and renew my plates for me? Good thing they've got that locked down!)

Shooting things sounds awesome.

It's surprisingly soothing.

Crap, that reminds me that I have to renew my driver's license, which expired in February!

Too much on the list. I have open house on Saturday and Sunday to sell the house. I fly out on Tuesday. While I have been working without my main helper because her mom passed away and she was pretty much gone for a couple weeks before and all this week. I am just run ragged.

Many hugs and warm thoughts to people. And shooting targets *is* surprisingly soothing. I should take up archery again, actually.

Guess who remembered at 10 PM last night that her car registration needed to be renewed AND managed to actually find last year's registration notice with all the secret codes and PINs you need to do it online?

Go Brenda!! I guess maybe if they use the same system they don't want someone to be able to transfer ownership or something?

My throat is hurting, which is no good. Feels all swollen. Do not want. However, I woke up to my roommate still being in the house because she took the day off to go camping--and she was pulling scones out of the oven and let me have one! Yum.

That said, ice cream and wine does sound like a reasonable plan to me right now.

That said, ice cream and wine does sound like a reasonable plan to me right now.

I want this. Or just skip the ice cream.

I am, actually, extremely stressed/distressed and can't chill out. Part of it is last night's spectacular insomnia (I fell asleep about half an hour before Tim's alarm went off this morning) -- sleep deprivation is not helpful to one's mental state.

I'd take an Ativan (that is how extremely distressed I am right now -- it's not code Blackwatch Plaid, but it's high enough to warrant drugs [which is pretty fucking high]), but since I'm all sleep-deprived I know it'll make me fall asleep. Which would be fine except I have one last article to finish and return today, and then a phone call to make to try and schedule a speaker.

I think the deal I've made with myself is this: I can cry and wail while I edit (because I am really good at multitasking), and once I've finished editing (should be maybe an hour, tops), I can take Ativan, and then make that phone call right away before the sleepy kicks in. And then go back to bed and everything else can go fuck itself.

That's all I've got for today.

I'm trying to embrace the grand motto of IDGAF today, Tep. We'll see how that goes.