I forgot to turn off my alarm and just went ahead and got up at my usual weekday time, but instead of being productive I may just sit on my ass and drink all the coffee. For a few hours, anyway.

may just sit on my ass and drink all the coffee

oh my dear that sounds like heaven.

I am at work. I have been told that the goal is to leave by 11, but I have about 3 days worth of work on my desk, so we shall see.

The child continues to be an obstinate poopyhead, but at least one missing homework got completed last night and will hopefully be turned in today. Unless there are many passing grades that have yet to be entered I do not see how he will pass everything this 6 weeks, so there it is.

I see more wine in my future.

oh my dear that sounds like heaven.

Not gonna lie, it's very pleasant.

Good luck with leaving when you are supposed to, and with the obstinate poopyhead child.

Yeah, sometimes extra time to sit around is worth waking up early...

Strawberries...muddle them in the bottom of a glass of low-gly lemonade!

That sounds like a win.

I recently started eating them on the way back from the supermarket (unwashed, oh noes), and was blown away by how much tastier they were than when I usually got to them. I'm harbouring a suspicion that refrigeration might degrade their taste, but I'm basing that on nothing other than some smug tomato lovers opinions about their own fruit. Basically, unless it's blueberries, I get to fruit sooner than later.

I did have one summer of glorious frozen fruit, but it's not been so hot in the last few years that I had to resort to effectively eating ice.

sometimes extra time to sit around is worth waking up early...

I watch up to two episodes of TV in the mornings before I leave for work. It's not worth it. Thus we are proven to be different people once again. Remarkably conclusive experiment, yet it's still continuing.

Artist at work is pushing me to take a painting class. He says he'll start working digitally (even if it's just on his phone), if I start painting. I think finding him was too lucky (an earlier boss was an artist, and either I wasn't ready or he was no use as a sounding board) to waste opportunities like this--he's my only source of consistent feedback, even though I have to explain all the fanart to him, and he knows I draw raunch, but doesn't get to see that.

And, oh, do I crave feedback. Unfortunately I'm not a book learner--I need teachers responding to me specifically, and vice versa. Just their existence makes me bolder, because I know that I can fail usefully with them. But I'll take it from anywhere, even if it needs to be salted, because it can all help.

Night before last I dreamt I gave birth (beautiful baby girl, named Rian) and it turned into an anxiety dream. Last night's second dream (thank god I forgot the first) involved getting liposuction at the waist (and then turned into an anxiety dream, no surprise). My dreams are really obviously influenced--between the recent Botox and the understanding that even though I'm losing weight (much more slowly now), fat is still settling at my waist (where is the loss going, then? It's not my boobs either. I hope it's not my ass. I really want an ass, thank you family issues) and suddenly I dream I'm the stereotypical LA woman. I am constantly checking my face for reasonable mobility--first time I got Botox it froze and I think it made me cry, second time I didn't notice a thing and could focus on the point of it. Doctor promises marginal effect on expression. As long as I can still furrow my brow, right?

Msbelle, you deserve all the wine. I know it's not a matter of being a hero getting through this, but I think I would have damaged property by now, no joke. I want to set up a support circle of vibes for all my friends who have massive rows to hoe--you don't mind if I tell tales of your...survival to friends and family? Let me have my disordered half-belief that it can't hurt.

I am not processing the news of the flyers mandating Jews register themselves in Ukraine or face confiscation of property and expulsion from the country. I need more information, like who the fuck is putting it up, and do they have guns?

Okay, time to start my No Excuses Steel Cut Oatmeal cooking. In forty minutes, blueberries! (Why do I never eat them alone?)

Stupid Panera didn't give me cream cheese for my bagel! But I don't feel like going back, so I guess it's a diet strategy?

Refrigeration definitely makes the strawberry seeds harder, IME, even if it doesn't do anything to the flavor.

I just had fresh strawberries on homemade waffles. NOM.

Noah had strawberry shortcake for breakfast. I FAIL as a responsible mom.

Pfft. There were strawberries, weren't there?

Sara is drinking coffee right now.