I survived the elliptical. My watch thinks I went 20 miles, but I think it was actually closer to 18.5. Podcasts kept me going. I can't read on the machine, too distracting.

Cass, I hear you. I lost a ton of weight the year I was separating and going through my divorce; I weighed 25 lbs less than I do right now, and it was the opposite of healthy.

Less than half of it was healthy so really don't congratulate me. It's like being congratulated for an eating disorder.

This is part of why I would never congratulate anyone for losing weight if I didn't know their situation. It could be from all kinds of things!

So I tried to make a fire in my fireplace for the first time, and failed on two fronts: Making an actual fire, and opening the flue. So the dried-out garland I thought would be good kindling just burned up really fast, and all the smoke stayed in the house. I think I will try again in the daylight, and see if I can actually see out the open flue. It would have been a perfect night for a fire! And now I am sitting by an open window.

And have also realized I don't have a smoke detector!

Jesse, when's the last time your fireplace was used?

Many years ago, but the chimney has been cleaned recently.

Ugh, Matilda has been droopy and warm all day, and her fever keeps inching up, now just a shade under 103, and Advil isn't budging it. It's a testament to how healthy this kid has always been that this is really the first long fever she's ever had, and I know that it isn't even *that* high yet, but the irrational part of me is flipping out like a mammal. If it goes up again at least we're only a couple of blocks from urgent care, but, damn, I want it to start heading in the other direction.

Ack, poor thing!

Poor Matilda!

So I hate when people act like I deliberately changed my habits and am now more healthy. Because having some weight off is likely good for some muscular and skeleton issues but I'm damn sure that it's not healthy by any other metric.

Years ago when I had the stomach flu so bad I had to go to the ER, about a week later someone congratulated me on my weight loss. I told them I had stomach flu and had to go to the hospital because I couldn't stop throwing up for 8 hours. Their reply was "Well, keep up the good work!" Aaaaaaand fuck you.

I have survived the flight home from Copenhagen! And am now hanging out at SFO, waiting for my flight back to Seattle. Today is still Saturday, right? I've lost track n

yes, still sat.