We had a serious Freecycle score last night: a giant bag of girls' costume pieces.

Ooh, that sounds awesome!

Yeah, that is a tricky balance when you want to stay functional. I hope your dentist has a solution for you -- dental pain sucks hard.

I feel almost embarrassed at feeling too warm and uncomfortable in what counts for balmy everywhere else, but it's San Francisco.

As a contrast, it's 60F in Chicago and I'm wearing a sweater.

No jacket, though. That would be ridiculous.

We're down to a predicted high of 87 today. I'm excited! Except that I double-checked my phone and now it says 97. Boo.

Today's outfit complies with the buffista office appropriate dress code: cap-sleeved tunic over a mid-calf length skirt, bare legs. Most importantly, this skirt has pockets. For a moment this morning I considered wearing polka-dots with checks, but I chickened out and went with a solid.

I also didn't realize that IEEE would have their own jobs site! That would be good inasmuch as I speak fluent Engineerise.

Yes, the long dark winter of our hiring freeze is over! To avoid confusion, I should mention, IEEE has two "jobs" sites: one for eng and tech jobs in the industry, not with us, and one for jobs with IEEE. We have offices in CA, DC, NY, and NJ. It's a good company.

Also, it's 80 degrees here with 66% humidity and Chicago sounds real good to me, as I sit here sweating from the terrible exertion of walking inside from the car.

It's oddly chilly here -- 65 and rainy. I'm thinking pea soup for lunch.

I just bought my own health insurance for the first time ever. It wasn't as painful as it could be, I guess. HR hired someone to sit down with all the fired people and walk us through it.

I'm glad you have health insurance, Calli.

I don't know what temperature it is now, but every morning I have to put on long pants and a sweatshirt (socks are always on) and huddle under a throw in the living room to make existence palatable.

I doubt this will last. At least I didn't have to zip up the sweatshirt today, but I am wearing a t-shirt and camisole under it. Laptop is nice and warm on my lap too--bless Macs running hot.

I'm mentioning this here instead of fanfic because more people--there's a trope where one character lends clothes to another he likes, and gets a big possessive surge over it. Is that why we always see women in their men's shirts after sex, or is that just sexy without being as revealing as underwear?

Also, in my particular ship's case, the larger lends the smaller clothes, so the t-shirt is always too big and showing too much clavicle (but somehow always rises to show hipbones when he stretches). The sizes of shirts I have go from small women's cut to XL men's cut (thank fandom and IT giveaways respectively). You don't see my clavicle unless it's a V-neck. Why would a 6'1 man give a 6' man a shirt and anyone notice a big size error? Neither are The Rock. (For those who know what I'm talking about, in Sabriel this would make so much sense it would be impractically hilarious, but not Dean/Castiel).