Oh, Jessica! So scary! Glad you're all okay!

Oh, Jess, that sucks! And yet scrapes and taillights are a small price to pay ultimately. So scary and stressful though.

I feel I should offer an Escapesgiving. You can come over. I won't talk to you. I'll give you somewhere to sit, cushions, blankets, simple food and drink, Wi Fi and access to my video library (networked and disks). Oh, and the bathroom.

And if you need a hug at any time, come over and request it--free refills all day.

I would do that last Thursday of November every year. In return, I'd just ask you to not judge me.

Speaking of judgable behaviour, who was with me when I bought red fake snakeskin pants? Someone here was. Right now, the spotlight has shifted to bon bon and Theresa (am I getting that name right?). The intent was Faithy. I know that much. And my hair was burgundy.

Anyway, I just hauled them out and tried them on again. Oh, man! Whatever those are made of, they don't keep. I shed fake scales everywhere. On the apartment, on the camera when I went outside for self portrait (level up colour blocking, booyah!), WORSE THAN GLITTER. It is now trash.

I'm not small enough to fit everything in my closet, but I also hauled out my First Full Time Job leather pants from 1991, and they're not comfortable, but I can fasten them and still sit down. I did not intend to lose an ounce of that weight (two dress sizes). I'm not sure precisely what caused the weight loss, in the sense that I don't know when it intends to stop (clearly low gly is the trigger). Yay shopping in my closet, but I'm honestly uncomfortable with the whole thing. I'm hoping it stops here, but how can I tell?

I was comfortable with the weight I was before, dammit.

(I know that sounds anywhere from implausible to insensitive to many people, especially people who want to lose weight, but...it's a big deal to me. It's yet another way my body is out of my control. I don't know how to manage side effect weight changes like this--if it was a medication, that would be one thing, but this?)

eta: Jessica, that is thanksworthy indeed! I'm so glad you're okay!

Yikes, Jess! So glad you are all okay.

Glad everyone is okay, Jessica. Sorry about the accident, those are always a pain in the ass.

Stuffing is done. I am taking a break and grading a paper, then I'll go cook some more.

Clearly I need to Escapesgiving myself. I keep tipping myself into negative feedback loops of suckage. That call home could not have gone worse, considering, and it was all me behaving like a shithead. I wish I could just appreciate shit like a normal person, for the love of dog.

You can escape to my house if you want, ita. Although that's not so much escaping the day as throwing yourself into it.

Yikes, Jessica! So glad everyone is okay.

We are in good shape here, table set, bird in oven, potatoes peeled, prosecco poured. Just waiting for the guests to arrive.

The St. Bernard will make a big impression, I suspect, before he's locked away in the garage for the benefit of the allergic.

Many thanks to and for all the Buffistas

My 13 year old nephew has a girlfriend. Her name is Bryten, pronounced Brighton. I did not flinch at all!

Thanksgiving breakfast ended (green chile egg bake, french toast, spanish tortilla from Lori and Lina, 5 bottles of Prosecco) and we now are making Thanksgiving dinner for fewer people. Nice and mellow.