We're home, and I had a good time. Everyone did ooh and ahhh over ltc and remarked at home incredibly good she was. Then we came home, and I gave ltc her lunch and put her down for a nap. Those top teeth finally broke through and she is making up for lost sleep. So, I'm watching last night's Colbert and making a cuppa because our afternoon plans were canceled.

Yay, sj! I wanted to mention that I did my first comedy gig in front of an audience on Sunday night as the "final" for my stand-up class. It went really well--even people who didn't know me laughed. Performing is exciting and nervous-making and challenging and I am going to keep at it. I'm taking the class again and I'm also going to start doing some open mikes.

Nothing like starting something new at age 59.

Go, Scrappy! I really admire you so much.

That's terrific, Scrappy!

Go Scrappy!!! When you tour Denver, let me know.

Scrappy, that's great!

Tim's youngest niece is graduating from high school tonight. SiL texted *yesterday* to tell us it was tonight and were we going to be able to make it? The monthly ADD meeting is tonight, and Tim is in charge of the adult group, and he decided that he was not going to bail and try to find a backup with 24 hours' notice, so he's going to the meeting. That's fair. I said that I'd go to graduation by myself so that Beckmeyer Team #4 at least has one person there. And I really don't mind, even though niece's graduating class is (to my mind) pretty damn large, so the ceremony takes forever.

But all day I've been having jittery, gritchy anxiety for no reason that I can identify. (Nothing new, I mean.) But I've been anxious all day, and since I'm going to niece's graduation by myself, I'm (obviously) driving myself, so I can't take an Ativan before I go (about 45 minutes from now). Though I'll probably take one as soon as I get there, because that ceremony won't be done for close to 3 hours, so I'll be fine to drive by then. (And, actually, I'm pretty sure I've driven after taking Ativan before, but I just want to be safe.)

Bad timing, man.

But all day I've been having jittery, gritchy anxiety for no reason that I can identify.

I hate that. Like, my brain freaks out because I'm going to the airport. I have done this many times. There is no reason to get all freaked about it. But my brain does not listen to me.

I have done this many times. There is no reason to get all freaked about it. But my brain does not listen to me.

Oh, but this there will be bad traffic, or the gate will change, or, or, or.

In other words, wrod.

The weather this week has been gorgeous. I've been sitting out in my backyard and reading most afternoons, rather than cleaning my apartment like I should be doing. (My parents and sister are coming to visit this weekend. My apartment needs to be at least presentable.)

It's going to start raining tomorrow -- that should be an incentive to go inside and clean.