I finished reading a whole magazine while they were gone. I can get so much more done when it is quiet and I'm not near my TV/DVR. Now everyone is home, we ate a delicious meal, and I am on my second magazine.

Oh, and I'm on my third glass of sangria.

Sounds like bliss to me, sj.

It is. My allergies are also much better near the ocean.

Another reason to visit me in the winter!

I'm making a list, Laura.

Someone remind me not to read the comments. I was favorting a tweet about RBG being the first Supreme Court justice to perform a marriage of a gay couple, and the comments are disgusting.

Ugh. I forgot how much I hate hate hate ovarian cysts. At least, i *think* that's what's causing the miserable pain in my right hip that can't be remediated by massage, chiropractic, accupuncture, or drugs. Maybe it's something different, I've had many and they never hurt all that much until they ruptured....but this is 24-7 misery for weeks. And i've gained 5 lbs in the last wk (after slowly and steadily losing weight the last 10 months.) Insult on top of injury. And why do I have to wait 8 days for a diagnostic ultrasound and xrays with my history? Stooopid US health system, only one radiology in town covered by my (pretty fantastic) insurance and of course they were all booked my last weekend (mon/tues/wed.) 3 weeks now without a decent night's sleep, getting annoying. Muscle relaxer alone not working (which is shocking, usually a full dose buys me 11 hrs of quality sleep.). Pain killers and anti inflamatories alone not working. Ambien alone not working. The combination that seems to buy me more than 30 min ununterrupted sleep is muscle relaxer + vicodon + ambien (of course that only works for 4 hrs, then the vicodon has to be topped off.) I take drugs specifically for the purpose of NOT ovulating, so how did this happen? Modern pharmaceuticals are failing me. *sigh* Apparently it's a shitty time of year for general malaise. Sorry for venting here, can't do it where family members might see and get panicky. I've survived dozens of these fuckers, one more won't break me. But not being able to ride my bike from the pain is breaking my heart just a little and the lack of cardio is almost certainly contributing to the general downward spiral of hating everything.

Ugh erin, that's a whole lot of ouch right here.

Oh Erin, I'm so sorry. I wish you swift diagnosis and relief.

erin, that's a whole lot of suck right there. I wish there were some magic words I could say that would ease the pain, but alas, there aren't.