My most fabulous massage therapist, who was diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer last December, died yesterday. She was one of those people you instantly connect with, she made you feel important, and could brighten the darkest day. As dark as today feels, I still feel so lucky to have known her for the last 6 years.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My housemate is going out of town for the next few days. It's the first time I'll really be alone since Hubby died. Part of my brain goes "All alone! Wail!" The other part goes "No more having to share the bathroom! Yay!"
I'm so sorry, Suzi.
I'm sorry, Suzi. That's hard.
Connie, I've had a couple of nights all alone in my house, and it is weird! But not as weird as I thought it would be. (And I don't even share a bathroom with my mother -- our apartments are separate.) This is potentially literally the only time I've been the only person in a building overnight, since mostly I've lived in apartment buildings.
Did the airport close?
No, but there were a lot of delays. The main airport news was the man who was arrested for the second time for trying to take a gun through a checkpoint. He was quoted as saying "I'm as baffled as you are" as to why he had the gun. He also said something cryptic about a problem with squirrels.
Squirrels on a plane?
Oh, Suzi, I'm so sorry.
I had the impression that the squirrel problem was at his destination, but who knows?
I'm sorry, Suzi.
Sanded and primed. I hate primer. Not as much as plaster. And now it is raining, so it might not be dry bough until tomorrow to paint. [link]
Sigh, I guess I could start cleaning upstairs.
Oh, UPS, you dicks. I work at home all day, in full view of the front door. And yet I got an email notification that a package was delivered half an hour ago, and left at the side door. Which is interesting, since we don't HAVE a side door.
It was at the neighbors' side door, which I can *almost* forgive, because these are the people who get a UPS delivery almost every day, so if it was the regular driver, he probably assumed it was theirs (AND the wife has the same first name as me). And yet that's no excuse for not reading the fucking address correctly.