Tim's problems are shared by me.

My husband does that kind of thing too. In his case, he just really wants to finish what he starts, even in the face of the space-time continuum.

His time blindness is manifested in extreme optimism of how long it will take to get somewhere.

I resemble this remark.

We did errands today, and I had my one pumpkin spice latte of the season, from Dunkin Donuts not Starbucks.

Also, is it normal for someone to write out a check to a newborn, because the check my grandfather sent us was made out to ltc.

People did that for us too a couple of times, sj, but most banks are pretty understanding of the fact that babies are unlikely to be able to endorse their own checks and willing to let the parents do it.

Yeah, we opened an account for ltc today, and I endorsed the check. So, it wasn't a problem; it just struck me as strange.

Yeah, stepmonster is legit all over the map(hence the whole being one of the few people I really know whom I can't stand. even without that, therapy? probably wouldn't come amiss, snark aside) but yes, calling the old man phlegmatic would actually add depth and color to his emotional and mental state. And he got me-- when I'm feeling charitable I'm sort of sad for both of us about that, because every time we see each other, it's a bad date, except with sex off the table, luckily(Believe me I AM grateful about the last part, not every family can say that) Glad she's not dissasociating while I'm all "Moody wench," though. I really would feel like a terrible person if I missed something that serious.

Can I have some ~ma for my nephew this week? I just found out he is having his heart monitor replaced on Thursday.

Heart~ma for your nephew, sj.

Heart~ma to your nephew sj.

I'm also really glad to hear that ltc's tests came back. I hope she gets better soon.

To seperate out my posts. This weekend I've been full of anxiety. I don't want to go to work. I will tomorrow but I don't know what to or to go to therapy. But I will. Thursday they are coming to work on the fuel tank. I think I don't know someone is supposed to call me Monday.

I have an appointment Thursday and if I don't get an immediate answer whatever.

My place is still messy. Not hoarders bad but embarssing messy. I tlaked to Mom on the phone and her advice was just to do as much as I can and get some boxes from work so I can start sorting things and maybe even packing up things I know I want to move but don't need. Although if I don't need it maybe I can get rid of it. I also need to get my house cleaned up so I can list some things on craiglist and not be embarrassed if they sell and people come to claim them (stuff is too cumbersome for me to want to get it in my car and then to some location).

But I think I know where some of the anxiety is coming from. I have a pimple on my chin. Like a red raised place with the pimple. I've been putting hot compresses on it hoping it will go away. It's the only type of bad breakout I get and the first time was in middle school and it was really bad and I was teased so bad about it. Not just teased but it was turned into a weapon to use against me and was the reason I got a nickname that was...well anyway I think that it being there is stirring stuff up.

Guess it's good for therapy.