It's my night to put the kid to bed, so no comfort viewing until tomorrow, when I am going to watch the fluffiest, most escapist things I own.

I told him it doesn't work like that. It's not a "take from pot A and put in pot B" situation. It's more like they become pot AB and the grief and the sorrow flow freely.

So true

It may just be the hard cider and fireball whiskey talking, but I just love all y'all so much and I'm glad you're in my life. Didn't want to miss the chance to tell you.

hard hard day today. I went to work and had what normally would have been a hellish schedule.

When ever I go the chance - I reached out and I kept finding my self petting the computer.I guess it is where ita is and all of you

Lots of people learned about ita today.

For anyone planning on watching Agent Carter, you should know a character dies, and there are scenes of grieving.

Thanks, P-C.

I went to see Selma tonight. I was possibly not in the best frame of mind for it, but I had made plans with my nieces and didn't want to beg off.

So, well, fuck.

I had a bitch of a second day at my new job, and my boss probably thinks I'm upset about my mother heading back home after helping me move, but there was no way I could explain on the phone about how one of my invisible friends died and still be able to carry on a conversation.

Fuck. My drivers license disappeared somewhere between TSA in Sacramento and the rental car facility in Phoenix. So I could t rent a car. Now I'm in an Uber and hoping I can get my freaking hotel room (which is, of course, 30 minutes away) and then I have to be somewhere at 9am. Fuck.

Glad to see Cindy's electrons, among many others. I keep having this "oh great, so and so has posted!" I guess it is a reassurance reaction that you're all out there.

MM and Aims (and Emily and Val and Debet -- who else was there?), ConFusion was this week, wasn't it? I was thinking of that time we were all there together, and that massive snowstorm hit and all the fliers were stuck. Good times.

Checked the board first thing this morning, as I do most mornings. Over 600 new posts. WTF is going on? WHAT...?

Extremely hard to process. Thought I was holding it together OK until Mr. Fiona (who is away for work) called. I said Hi and he said "is everything OK?" No, everything is most definitely not OK.

I never met ita in person, but I felt that I knew her well, and she made me feel welcome and acknowledged whenever we posted together. Her warmth was so palpable you could feel it over the internet. Lots of people stop posting from time to time, but when ita had breaks, everybody noticed.

One of the great ironies of death is, of course, that it brings the bereaved together. Weirdly comforting to see many long-gone and much-missed people posting again. I've noticed that the number of overnight posts has been on a pretty consistant downward spiral over the past few months and wondering what that meant for the board. We owe it to ita to keep this place, the place she made, alive and humming.

Thank you, David and Nilly, for contacting me.

Thank you Allyson, Kristen, Burrell, and Paula for everything you did for ita.