Thanks for soothing my fears, everyone. Since I am 50 now, I think that once I get back from vacation, I will woman up and take a Valium and go get a mammogram. Really, it can't be as bad as I fear it is, or no one would ever do it twice.

Right now, I should be packing, but I'm anxiety-procrastinating. Hey, at least I know what I'm doing.

I have baked bread, done three loads of laundry, sent job hunt emails, sent my application for a gothy vending event, fed the crows, and had lunch. I want glittery star stickers for my productivity.

If only I could say I didn't have anything else to get done today. But no. Writing, more laundry, and bookcase culling.

Work has been somewhat quiet the last week and a half, mostly because a lot of people seem to be out of office. Now that I've determined that I need to create training materials & present them in a couple of weeks, guess what has happened to my inbox?

If you guessed that the work fairy took a poop in it, you get a cookie.

Timelies all!

Argh, this fucking day! I went to get something out of the big freezer at work, and a bunch of stuff fell off the top of it. Including a computer monitor, which fell on my foot. My jaw is tense and so are my shoulders.

Then there's the weather. Major rain storms, which led to me spending too much time in my car. Didn't even get to my appointment this afternoon due to the traffic, and the fact that the road I was taking to my appointment was closed due to flooding.

I just washed 7 loads of laundry. They are now drying, and I am in Starbucks, soaking in the air conditioning and free wifi and the people watching. Favs so far are the guy in the cowboy hat and the British flag socks and the guy checking out (and rejecting) his tindr options. Least favorite = the loud mouth working deals on the phone. But I do like the black woman who keeps sharing eyerolls with me. She's leaving, along with most everyone else, because loud mouth.

Seven loads is a lot of laundry.

I backed into a column in the parking garage this morning and put a huge dent in my rental car. Also, I have cramps. But I did manage to submit the report that was due today that I was afraid I'd have to write on the plane. I need to be energetic and awake when I land so I can go work out, so I don't break my workout streak (still going since 1/1, can't break it now!)

I got a mile in before they kicked me out.

I also shopvac'd up 4 buckets of water in the basement, had a repaired roof leak re-appear under the heaviest rains and declogged the drains on one of my flowerpots. In a thunderstorm.

Also, this happened not far from here: [link] (ps, it is a landslide, not a sinkhole. Assuming the retaining wall failed. Which seems logical.)

I guess I won't be hearing the whistle of the 6 am train tomorrow...

Yikes!

It's drizzling rain here, I'm at the airport gate waiting for my flight, which is 40 minutes delayed. The security checkpoint had ONE guy ahead of me, so I got to go right through in the time it took me to take off my shoes, and then put my shoes etc back on.

(I may have been a little frazzled today -- after I got my belt off, I nearly took my pants off. Hmmm.)

Nobody said fly naked, Theo. I hope the delay doesn't last long.

I just washed 7 loads of laundry.

Sometimes I like the laundromat just for the chance to get it all done at once.

An Officer and a Gentleman is on some channel, and I caught it very near the beginning. I haven't seen this movie in years.

Hah--don't take your pants off! Though I have a friend oh insisted on going through in a bikini.

Apparently there was a ground stop at LAX for several hours--hoping my flight I'm sitting on right now still takes off on time, now that it's over!