Well, thanks, mom? Yelling, while not exactly productive, can be a valve when necessary.

Grace had equipment issues last night so I was up to 1:00 AM waiting for the DME delivery. Really? Sigh.

I'm watching the Skip Gates genealogy show, with Tom Colicchio, Aaron Sanchez, and Ming Tsai, and I know I knew this, but the ancient Chinese did NOT fuck around. They want back to like 600 AD, generation by generation!

Also? Have you met me? Rage barely under meh surface at all times, I yell. It's like she has forgotten 43 years of me,

And the thing is, yelling isn't always inherently Bad. Now, around someone like me, it's ineffective and counterproductive (I shut down and remove) but that's not the dynamic here.

It doesn't seem the volume or method of delivery is mac's issue- it's that he doesn't like the content. You guys probably have some sort of feedback loop going ( what parent child dynamic doesn't?) but that's not primary issue.

I heard a fascinating interview with Alan Cumming last weekend. He found out as part of one of those shows that his father wasn't actually his biological father. Which, given what else he discussed, was probably not an altogether bad thing.

Ugh, I left work around 5:30 so I could walk home again because stress. I spent all day successfully wrangling all sorts of shit, had a chat with an old manager about my options locally (it isn't totally hopeless but my options also are severely limited), and now I'm logged into work again in between 1st & 2nd period of hockey because I'm dealing with a thing that has all kinds of important people cc:ed on it.

And again I am baffled as to why they are thinking of basically getting rid of my position, because I'm not sure they've considered the consequences if I'm not going to be there to do this?

I guess I should bring that up with my manager, huh.

I do love being warned about constables.

That's the best!

I'm actually watching baseball. It's not going so well.

And again I am baffled as to why they are thinking of basically getting rid of my position, because I'm not sure they've considered the consequences if I'm not going to be there to do this?

They truly don't seem to have at all.

Of all my ridiculous and hard to identify bruises, my favorite is going to be that the puppy whacked me in the shin with a six foot stake she stole from a tree. She's carrying it around like most dogs carry tennis balls. With extra prance because she's apparently quite proud she has a six-foot stake.

Spent my day off texting with the person covering the office and my boss. For a day off, it kinda wasn't.

I think I'll be recycling my Amelia Earhart costume this year. (I got the costume last year, but then I was sick on Halloween, so didn't get a chance to wear it.) No big Halloween plans -- just going to a nearby town where they're having a trick-or-treat thing in the town square, since the town doesn't have sidewalks and people don't think it's safe for trick-or-treating. A group I'm part of will be handing out candy.

I'll be on my porch, handing out candy. Which reminds me, need to buy some.

I've rethought my age-costume judginess. You turn up, you get candy. Well, you did anyway, I was just mentally cranked about it. Not this year.