Timelies all!

A bit rainy here, but all sorts of things are blooming here. Luckily I'm not allergic.

~ma for your dad, Consuela

I just went for a little walk around the neighborhood, in and out of stores, and on general principles went and looked at the books at the Goodwill, and they had The Vor Game! Perfect timing, as I am almost done reading The Warrior's Apprentice on my mother's Kindle, and she wants the Kindle back.

The weekend so far: went with Matilda to see Willy Wonka on a big screen at a neighborhood theater - the neighborhood was 38 blocks away and across the park, though, so we biked, which felt amazingly good (my shoulder and arm have been badly effed up for many weeks, and I haven't biked since January). After the movie we figured, ehn, we're so close to the ocean, might as well go all the way out. Lounged until 3 or so. Matilda acquired many new freckles. Rode back home, showered and now slounging with a bowl of something tasty and hearty that Hec threw together in mere minutes. So far, so good.

OTOH, I am getting more and more leery of FB. This primary season is making people lose their goddamn minds. A friend from high school just went off on a screed about Rachel Maddow, who had the audacity to interview Hillary Clinton today and is therefore a hypocrite, a sellout and not a true progressive at all. Because, apparently, there is nothing more hacky and hypocritical than a journalist interviewing a prominent public figure about significant current events.

That sounds like a great day, JZ.

I can't even explain why, but I do so love knowing that I live just a few blocks from the edge of the continent.

I totally hear that.

I walked around Golden Gate Park this afternoon when the sun was still out. Flowers everywhere!

On the other hand, I finally opened a box of frames that I ordered. Everything was fine but the largest frame which wasn't secured very well and the glass had shattered. I managed to cut my finger on a metal bit, and it's still bleeding.

I'm kind of flipping out right now and I don't like it. And I'd try just going to bed crazy early on the "everything always feels less bad in the morning" but I need to go to a friend's goodbye party. I'm hoping I can convince myself to get off the couch and go and maybe it'll jolt me from this sudden pit of despair. I hate my fucking brain chemistry.

I'm sorry you're having a crappy night, meara. I hope your night got better and you were able to enjoy the party. We had a pretty punky night at our house, so maybe there's some funk hanging over the West Coast. I think I'm just overworked and over stressed, with nowhere near adequate resources for support.