I have done onerous work related but yet will result in money for me tasks. Three expense sheets and one medical claim submittal. Should net some nice cash for holiday stuff. Of course, it is all reimbusing money I've already spent, but it feels like new money.

And I'll just bet that replying, "Well, better a handicapped child than a normal one who grows up to be an ass hole I suppose" is somehow rude, huh?

Hah. I think it would only be deserved. Family or not.

Man, Tim is a rock star. The poor guy had oral surgery this morning (gum grafts, eeek) and needs to take his pain meds. But no, he had to drive me to urgent care b/c my 3-day migraine suddenly got worse (vertigo when I previously had none, stabbing behind both eyes when it was previously just one eye). Apparently my blood pressure is really high, even for a Lang. I'm waiting for the doctor and undoubtedly a shot of Toradol in my bottom. And then my poor husband whose mouth hurts can go home and take pain meds.

Man, I am the worst wife ever. I should be making him mashed taters for his sore mouth, not keeping him from his narcotics and forcing him to drive me to urgent care. Bah.

Oh Steph, that sounds hard on both of you. Sending many vibes that you both get home soon. And agreed, Tim's a rock star. Good thing you married him.

I found out that she does not want to donate any organs or body parts (which pisses me off, but those are her wishes)

My Dad didn't either and I was surprised. But honored his wishes.

He's a rock star. Hopefully you both get pain relief soon.

I got a shot of Toradol on one side and phenergan on the other. Now I'm just waiting for them to finish the paperwork so I can go home and poor Tim can take his painkillers.

I want phenergan like mad. I swear I daydream about the cough syrup with that and codeine the last two weeks. Stupid bronchitis.

Go forth and be heavily medicated newlyweds.

Teppy, I hope you are both feeling better by the time you see this.

Tep,

what I don't understand is how you can type (typo free) while having a raging migraine. Damn.

Oh my. It is a bleary morning.

Yesterday was the 27th anniversary of the end of my adventure on the Great Peace March. All day, there were reminiscences on fb. Lots of stories I knew and some that got validated through time.

Coincidentally, one of the Marchers I love most came to town to do a screening of his most recent documentary on the domestic use of drones. After many transport woes (coming from LA), he finally made it here around midnite and we chatted until 3:30. Less of a strain for his body than mine!

It was wonderful, walking down that memory lane...sharing similar stories and learning surprising new things.

Now, he's off to the conference and I feel like ugh.

Somehow, the water situation resolved itself...following a 30 minute, all-taps open flush.

AND, my house smells like a candy store. The internet tells me that peppermint oil works as a deterrent for mice...actually a good friend said it worked and the internet supported him.

SO. Soaked cotton balls all over the house.

Tonight...a black tie event where, hopefully, the petcare company will win one of the two awards for which we have been nominated. I'm going as the 'mouthpiece.'

I predict a MAJOR nap between now and then.