It's 74 degrees F and 53% humidity. Perfect weather.
And I went "gack! That's so humid!" That's the difference with a desert.
Ahahahahahaha.
I'm so sorry, lisah. I'm glad she got some time after the cancer metastasized to her brain, at least. Fuck you, cancer.
Oh lisah, I'm sorry. That's hard.
Cancer is so brutal. I'm particularly hateful of brain cancer. I'm sorry.
Also this.
I've been called for jury duty about 3 times since moving back into this house.
And Consuela, I send you much ~ma. I've been in the place where you are now, dealing with one aging parent and then another. It's so hard, and you handle it with such strength.
It's so hard, and you handle it with such strength
Heh. There's a reason I didn't walk the dogs tonight (and oh how I wish that noun wasn't now plural), and I've already had an extra glass of wine.
SIGH.
I think I need to go watch some Stargate...
I'm running through my Stargate: Atlantis discs. Plus I've got lots of NCIS and Dirty Jobs and 2 seasons of Bones.
Sometimes the extra glass of wine helps. A lot.
The extra glass of wine is sometimes the crutch we need. For a night.
How much do I not want to spent a day that is looking to be gorgeous in the stinky mildewy courthouse? At least in my office, I can open the window.
Fuck cancer.
I had jury duty once, about 10 years ago.
Y'all are not making me any less resentful.
I've had it 5 times, if that helps.