All I've done tonight is eat some hummus standing at the counter, go to chorus practice, and drop off my keys for my niece (who will be dogsitting for me). Now I am drinking a little whiskey and trying to decide what to pack for this trip.

Gud, I'm glad you talked to a therapist. Please keep talking to them. And consider getting the kids to help clean the kitchen after dinner, take out the garbage, and/or do their own laundry. They're old enough to be learning these basic life-skills, which will help them through the rest of their lives.

(I had a law school roommate who never had to learn to do anything for herself when she was a kid, or even in college. She was terribly sweet and fun, but an utter mess in the kitchen. She kept ruining her clothes because she didn't know how to use the washing machine, and she nearly set fire to the house when she put a hot dog in the toaster oven without a pan under it...)

The chore I did last night was painting my nails. Usually I don't do that much!

Oh, I take it back. I did also take out the trash.

I'm stuck on "hot dog in the toaster oven."

So.many.phone.calls.to.make.

Cats are much more chill about being at Anna's today(Loki.) I think having me shower here helped. We'll see in a few hrs. And after I leave them here unattended for about 20 minutes when I run a quick errand.

This is what I did after work

1. Fed Cat 2. Drank wine and ate mashed potatoes 3. Watched Orphan Black 4. Slept.

Poor trauma cats!

My aspiration went fine, no follow up, so that's good. Not as big a deal as giving blood or dental work.

Glad to hear it, Jesse!

Way to adjust, cats.

What I did yesterday after work: fed animals, dined on a chocolate bar and microwaved-from-frozen fried rice, read, slept. Watching TV was too much trouble. And then I got up super late this morning. But now I'm at work, so, yay, adulting.

One of my co-workers has taken in a beautiful little tortoiseshell cat that was living in the woods near her house, and brought her up to the office to recover from being spayed. This cat is so friendly she had to have been someone's pet, and I can't imagine anyone turning her out in the cold. (Fortunately her coat is perfect for hiding her in winter underbrush, hence the name Camo.)

My annual review is in half an hour. I'm not anxious about it, but I do plan to bring up my coworker's micromanaging, so I'm a little queasy.