I've never tried soft-boiling eggs. I find runny yolks icky, so I probably won't, although who knows maybe someday that will seem less icky to me? Could happen.

That poor family, what a blow.

Yikes, Connie!

Oh, hey, I have a question. People who keep folders of Thank You or Good Job e-mails for review time, how do you bring those to managements attention? I think it might be too late for this year, but I've started at least sorting the e-mails so maybe I can do that next year, since one of my colleagues mentioned specifically that she was sending me a thank you so it could help with my assessment.

I go through my Kudos folder when I do my self eval. "Received praise from PM Smith regarding the new tools developed for project X". Or even if I don't reference an e-mail directly, having those kinds of comminications in one place helps me remember my highs of the year.

Pretty much what Suzi said--sometimes it just hypes me up to be in a bit more "yeah, let me write how awesome I am" ability, sometime I can put something directly in there "reviewer stated my reports are the most detailed, clear, and explanatory of those she reviews for this project"

What tragedy to have your child survive so much and then... not. I don't even know what to think.

Oh, no. My deepest sympathies to the parents.

Oh, Kat, how heartbreaking.

Absolutely heartbreaking. I'm sure there's some sort of calculus that can figure out which is worse, losing a child early, where it's a loss of someone you love, who has stepped only very lightly on earth, losing that potential or losing a child who you have spent 7 years caring for and investing in, who has been the one who seemed stronger and more capable of survival, who has passed that terrible time when you thought you might lose him.

It's all overwhelmingly awful. And I keep thinking, "There, but the grace of God,..."

I'm sure there's some sort of calculus that can figure out which is worse

I'm pretty sure there is not. Once you pass a certain threshold of bad there's no sensible comparing, imo.

Kat, that's unspeakable.

In utterly trivial things, I have lost my Fitbit. I had it with me at this computer because I updated it with an unlikely amount of sleep (Lying frozen because I was so sad about the transparent dream? Doesn't seem to magically inform the device.) and then I don't remember seeing it again. I've since showered, cooked breakfast, showered, started work, and...still missing. Not clipped onto anything I can find either.

I should try syncing again, see if it's in range.

(My dream was about having written, produced, and directed a pretty successful one off musical, but no one would let me act like the creator, and I was insulated from both audience and cast and crew. I had to sneak around just to work out what was happening. The whole "lack of feedback and response" thing really hurt. Especially while I'm in the middle of a strange creative block.

Maybe I'm just lazy?

This is lovely sad phrasing:

someone you love, who has stepped only very lightly on earth