Go Nora!

Whee, Sheryl!

Things I can not say. You want ANOTHER copy of the Child Support order and parenting plan? What happened to the original or the copy I scanned for you a while back or contacting the courts to get your own "official" copy. I know you don't like what is in there. You want to be done at graduation, but you have until he is 19 (just a couple of more months, but deal). Plus you are still obligated to pay your portion of his medical and dental bills that you have ignored for months/years. I've let that slide but you aren't off the hook. An no, it is not only if each individual expense is more than $150. It is only if annual medical/dental is over $250 - which, yep, they are. Significantly. Orthodontia, yo. Which you know. I've given you a head's up of each an every expense as soon as I knew about it - planned and unplanned. Just...arrrrggggggg. Nevermind you told our other child you would support her for a year and then kicked her out to my doorstep. I'm not complaining about having her and she has never been disrespectful to me, so I still have no clue what the problem was. But that is on you. All you. There is a darned good reason for the divorce and all this just reminds me over and over again why I made that choice.

I'd say rant over, but I don't think that is going to happen. I'll just try to keep it inside my head as much as possible.

Burell--with J, it was his calf and it was very painful, warm to the touch and swollen--his sister (who is a nurse) took a measuring tape and it was an inch bigger than the other calf, which is what prompted her to tell him he had to go to the ER RIGHT THAT MINUTE.

I just have to bitch about this somewhere. There's a semimonthly meeting I am invited to Monday at 9am, that I will attend if the report that is sent out prior to the meeting lists my accounts as relevant to the discussion. The report is sent out on Friday after I leave. It's almost like they don't want me to know what's going on.

I am home now, though, and resolutely trying not to think about work stuff. Shall I open a bottle of wine? Start reading Wolf Hall or perhaps something fluffier? Take a nap? Even these decisions are taxing me.

Are "skytrains" as romantic and delightful as they sound?

I don't know what a skytrain is, but I think there's one at some airports. Where it is decidedly unromantic.

A former coworker (from when I lived in DC, and worked at a place where everyone was social together) was in town with her husband, and we had drinks, which was fun...except turns out the reason they went on a cruise to Alaska is because she has Stage 4 cancer and is doing bucket list things! BOOO.

And now my tummy is not happy with the wine I drank or the stinky cheeses I ate, but I want to go dancing later.

Aw, sorry about your former coworker, and I hope your tummy lets you go dancing! Wine and stinky cheese should not get in the way of dancing in a just universe.

I think they are "airtrains" at airports? "Skytrain" sounds so much better. It might be for the best that I don't really know what it is.

I am drinking wine and reading Wolf Hall, btw, if anyone was in suspense.

Ah, apparently SkyTrain is what they call the El in Vancouver. And in Bangkok, according to the interwebs.

Ooh, Vancouver and Bangkok both sound exotic and exciting! Places I have not been, after all. Maybe I will keep my SkyTrain fascination, although perhaps not to the point of needing to move to somewhere where I can commute by SkyTrain. Or maybe so, it's early days and there isn't a space elevator to commute by.