You guys! I'm being social and stuff this week! I went to an opera opening last night with a friend, and tonight am at a theatre opening by myself (both tickets comped, thx former sm life) and was a the store on my way so I got a little bota wine box and a straw and am totally rocking the single slightly drunk gal. Show is supposed to start in ten min and house is still not open...and I know it's a huge stretch for the theatre wrt mechanized scenery...I'm totally ready for shenanigans!

Hi everyone. Reading and nodding and sending love. That's all I got right now. More work stuff but I don't have the spoons to even type it out. But I got good feedback at my other job today and awesome friends and in town and I'll see my friend/mentor/local dad tomorrow. So that's all good.

Oops, second glass of wine= Bad idea. But the bota cab is so yummy! Act I excellent. I do l love Amy Freed's writing.

Of course, I immediately thought of my Bitches:

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I went to the theater tonight and when I realized they were nowhere near on time, went up to get a glass of wine toooooo. It made it much nicer. God, this annual event would be so lucky to find actual cat wrangling. It "starts" at 7 and intermission this year happened at 9:05. I can't tell you what happens later because I fled. Good performers but it was taking way too long.

Of course, I immediately thought of my Bitches

Bless you, Vortex.

So what banking options are people happy with?

Bonny- that dream was amazing, thank you for sharing! Made me cry a little. Possibly because my hormones are already wonked, but also because it's such a lovely, healing metaphor. There's a lot to be said for the unflagging devotion of a canine companion. Sometimes I'm a little sad that early experiences scared me off dogs for life. But I bed my cats would be down with eating some debt cake for me, should the need ever arise.

Erin, the metaphor is resonating in my heart...over and over again. I believe I can actually feel the healing.

By extension, I'm having a Sleepy Hollow/Sin Eater experience. Somehow, the dream seems to have confirmed for me, for once and for all, that I can really let go of the sins of the past. I have no more use for them.

My hormones are wonky too. I cry every time I see Bartleby's face in that dream. I was so, incredibly fortunate to have him in my life. He never hesitated to be what I needed.

Pix and ND, what wonderful news. It is such an amazing thing that you never gave up, no matter how hard it was to slog through that bureaucratic hell. Bravo. The relief and good support you are finding now were hard-won and well-deserved.

Shirtless guy in kilt #32 is in Albannach, if I'm not mistaken. Thanks, Vortex.

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Oh my, what a way to start the day. Bless you, Vortex.

I do l love Amy Freed's writing.

She is a favorite of mine, despite DE poor directing abilities with her shows. I really do need to see a production of hers, directed by someone else.