Oh, that sounds really good.

Good Friday and Maundy Thursday and Sunrise Service on Easter were big things in southwest Pennsylvania, where I grew up, at least in churchy circles. They were certainly recognized as events by everyone else. Scots/Irish and German immigrants, lots of Baptist and Methodist with a good sprinkling of Catholic.

I drove a fare to Providence today! That's a 50 mile trip, and out of state, to boot!

And at one of those moment when I'd just dropped off somebody, and I got a page just after thinkign I should pull over, check back through my trip history and add up fares to see if I'd made enough to justify going home (it was 11-ish, so I'd been working for 5 hours). But there was a potential fare, 2 minutes out (just around the block, seriously) so I said, why the hell not, and found I'd hit a jackpot.

Uber driving brings out the gambling instinct in me, but at least in a positive way, i.e. even if the page had been for a short fare (less than a mile = $5) I'd have come away with something.

Nice, Theo!

Bah, I forgot to go to the store on the way home and get cheesecake ingredients. Now I have to go out again.

Timelies all!

Nova was yowling outside the bedroom at 4:30 this morning. Stupid cat....

Snowdrops are blooming in full force, and the hellebores are peaking out of last years leaves (still afraid to prune those in case of more too-cold nights, though this week looks promising).

Brought you by "not ranting about my boss, nope, not gonna do it, biting my tongue here".

It's f****d up that I want everyone to know that when I now make the effort to remark on beautiful things, it's because I'm seething inside.

Today was a beautiful day!

This stupid migraine. As far as pain goes, it's not bad, but I have such bad vertigo all of a sudden, and my brain is fuzzy. I don't think I accidentally doubled up on my meds, but I don't actually remember. I didn't get the dishes washed or dinner made, and I couldn't take a walk, but I got work done. I hope it was okay. I told my boss I had a migraine, so if it's really bad, at least she won't think I just blew off my responsibilities. I gotta eat. I've only had a bowl of chex today. Maybe I'll have more.

I hope you feel better soon, Steph.

I did a little gardening today. The yellow salvia is a little too happy in my side garden, so I dug a bunch of it out and gave it to my landlady. It's lovely stuff, but I also like my hardy geraniums and heart-leafed brunneria, and the salvia's really encroaching into their space. I also discovered some new leaves at the base of my hydrangea. Since I thought the harsher-than-usual winter had killed it, that was nice.

I had a rage fit this morning. I was so tired, I'd been working until 2am the night before, and I got a response to an email that was obvious she hadn't even read more than the first sentnece, and was completely unhelpful, and I got so furious. Like, when I say, I'm doing this manually but there are 40 of them, is there an easier way? the answer is not to explain step-by-step how to do it manually. When I say, why isn't this script working? the answer is not, yeah, I guess that doesn't work now. *shrug*.

After the morning meeting I called my boss. I said cheerfully, "Hi! How are you? Are you busy?" She said warily, "Are you mad?" (Oh, she knows me.)

I complain about my boss a lot (not without reason, she's very frustrating in many ways), but when I need to let off steam, she listens patiently and lets me rant off the record, and takes notes on the stuff that actually needs something done, and then she goes and gets answers and action for me. And I appreciate the hell outta that.

But MAN I was angry this morning.

I was just wondering about Holy Week traditions, because I have an Alzheimer's Association donor recognition dinner tomorrow, and I think it's bad planning on their part to have it on Maundy Thursday. But how many people actually care about Maundy Thursday?

And ugh, Zen. I'm having my own work problems. How do you tell your boss that yes, you've been off your game for the past month or so, and yes, you have fucked up some things, but it's because of some minor mental health issues that pop up every once in a while and eventually go away on their own? My usual occasional doldrums (really barely rise to the level of being called depression) were complemented with anxiety this time, and it's just been a hard time. But I'm coming out of it! I can tell! But anyway, she wants to have a follow up meeting on Friday to the one I cried through today. So seriously, is that a thing you can tell your boss?