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).

Thanks, -t. Me, too.

but somehow always rises to show hipbones when he stretches

That's probably because the trousers are tantalizingly loose and low, and the idea that they may slip off at any moment is terribly distracting to the larger.

Okay, now serious post--congratulations for your mother, meara! Clean bill from here on in, I hope.

I'll hope for you for the decannulation, Kat--is that the stomach tube? Man, you learn so much here. Remember when she was barely scooting on her but and crying silently was her main method of communication? Remember when she'd never had ice cream? It's getting so much better, but I wish you a rapid end to all these surgeries.

Will go look at IEEE jobs to see if they need me. I feel applying at job sites like monster or company sites is pretty fruitless. I wonder if those people are recruiting too, and who usually gets the job? I've gotten all my interviews, never mind jobs, from recruiters.

But that doesn't stop me trying. Can't afford to. Gonna hit some more Linkedin opportunities before eating breakfast--it's my routine. Complain, tea, read some fic, some b.org, some IO9, check email starting with recruiting address, and then alternate fic and job apps until I feel sated, and then by noon it's time for breakfast.

Suzi, are you on generic Vicodin? Colin mentioned that he finds a huge difference between that and brand name for some reason, but with livers, who knows.

That's probably because the trousers are tantalizingly loose and low, and the idea that they may slip off at any moment is terribly distracting to the larger.

I see the motivation, but not the practicality.

Wives, girlfriends of men, please test if this works-how much stretching do they have to do to get a standard t-shirt over the hipbone?

Fuck fuck fuck. Another school shooting, this one in my area, extras needed at work on phones and I'm on an airplane. (Doors not shut yet, still ok to be using phone)

Good on meara's mom news.

All good thoughts for Grace's surgery.

Successful pain treatment for Suzi.

We've had such a run of warm sunny days, I almost forgot it's PNW. Today reminds me. Switching to tea after I finish my coffee, digging out my hoodie and piling up on the sofa under the throw to do some editing. If the sound of the rain on the windows and roof don't put me to sleep.