I went out to pick up a gift for my sister while I was thinking of it, because her birthday's in a couple of weeks and we were expecting a storm later so errands & exercise needed to be combined. I left in shorts and a Captain America tank top and returned a sweaty mess. But now I have gifts and socks and duct tape, and I plan to do nothing but drink white wine spritzers and watch TV for the next few hours until I can work up the energy to clean the bathroom. Or until I get hungry and make something for dinner. I have fresh sage that could go in a garlic butter sauce.

DashCon looks like the kind of clusterfuck that's entertaining to read about, when one is not in the middle of it.

We went to the grocery store, and then I came home and tossed a huge salad of kale, broccoli slaw, snap peas, feta, and dried cranberries, and portioned it out into individual servings for lunch this week. I want my metaphorical cookie now.

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6 jars of what I might as well call kale benedict and 4 of salad made (for a total of 7 in the fridge). And I still have a head of lettuce. Maybe I can come up with some sort of low carb version of a BLT that does not require actual tomatoes.

That sounds like a great salad, Dana.

I should make salad now to eat during the week. Instead I will have tea and futz with the stud-finder I borrowed from the library (I need to figure out where to hang my bicycle to get it out of the way).

Turns out my niece's boyfriend knows how to make bagels from scratch. And they're so good. NOM.

I had corn on the cob. Sweet corn. So good.

Was completely lazy today. I swam. I'm washing sheets. Spent a lot of time thinking Sanctuary [link] needs to be revived, though possibly it sort of is. Catholic diocese of Las Cruces has opened a shelter for those already detained. They are in the right calling it a humanitarian crisis.

This is why I should really do the CSA -- it makes me eat so much salad! Which I hardly ever do otherwise. Next year.

That's who I thought was you! Then I thought I was wrong for some reason.

Nope, that's me!

I need a fucking spreadsheet. And then the infants keep changing their usernames, which is so strange to me.

SO ANNOYING! STOP CHANGING YOUR NAMES, PEOPLE. I KNOW IT CHANGES YOUR URL, BUT I DO NOT CARE. IT IS OFF-PUTTING.

I'm on Tumblr, but not under my usual name. I wasn't an early adopter and trying to find an available Tumblr name these days is an exercise in frustration.

I was a seriously early adopter with my defunct personal Tumblr. 2008, early, maybe late 2007? I've only had the fannish one since mid-2010. I felt like I needed to get one to keep my URL, and then started actually using it.

Yesterday, Loki taught me the 4 fingered swipe trick on the iPad. Today, both he and Pumpkin have been caught making my fb feed scroll madly. And yet I download a cat game and they I won't touch it.

That's so feline.

ETA: I'm watching the AHS episode of The Writers' Room, now mostly for Tim.

Suzi,

if you pay the rent/mortgage, can you really run away from home?

(hope things get better 'ma at you)