I am quite certain that that dress would look amazing on me, and pretty damn sure Dana could also rock it hard.

Have assembled my new lawn mower AND mown the lawn. Tired now. And hungry, for that matter. Oooh, maybe I will have beer to celebrate. I've got some kind of Westeros-referencing beer in the fridge that I've been saving for GoT new season, but today is close enough, and mowing the lawn makes beer sound really good, for some reason.

Can I just, well, not rant, but break down a little?

A friend of mine's son was diagnosed today with Angelman Syndrome.

It feels really heartbreaking. I offered hugs and just saying sorry. And I'd love to do more, but there isn't anything to do. I want to tell him that it will suck, it will suck so hard, and it will be beautiful sometimes and you will survive it all, even when it feels like you can't.

You can always break down a little, Kat. I'm sure having you around in any capacity when things suck and when they are beautiful will help your friend.

Hugs all around.

Oh Kat, I hear you. It feels like not enough, but hugs and empathy and just being there for him is a lot.

I want to tell him that it will suck, it will suck so hard, and it will be beautiful sometimes and you will survive it all, even when it feels like you can't.

Maybe eventually you can tell him all of that. It can be hard to see the road ahead of someone else.

I had to google. Oof. All you can do is be an active listener, waiting for cues. It's given me things to do, though mostly just more listening.

It can be hard to see the road ahead of someone else.

Yes. This. I mean, what I've come to is that things are hard but I look at other kids with SN and think, NO WAY. I'm glad I have the kid with a trache instead of a kid with autism.

Also, I'm tired of the snot I'm generating. It's just mostly irritation from particulates andf fuck youautocorrect, it did that, I'm going to bed.

I'm pretty hateful right now.