Jesse, did you hear the amazing NPR Politics podcast interview with Nina Totenberg (who broke the Hill case in 1991)? I cannot recommend it highly enough. They interviewed her in response to the miniseries coming out, and it's one of the best examples of the importance of dedicated, ethical journalism I've ever heard — not only in terms of how Totenberg's reporting changed the conversation about sexual harassment in the workplace in the US, but also as a model of unbiased journalism. She's one of my heroes.

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I could, but ugh why if I don't wanna do any bible stuff? I dunno.

Finished my third and final concert. I refuse to adult any more this weekend. Not that there's too much of it left.

My resolution for this week: catching up here more.

Today I gruntled some passengers -- first it was two Brandeis guys who were very patient about me finding them, because they were on what looked like an obscure access road on the campus. Plus, the road away from their dorm access looked for all the world like a steep paved path.

They were good kids and were actually kind of embarrassed they hadn't thought how hard it would be to find them. (It DOES help I'm old enough to be their mother.) Then -- they'd put the wrong liquor store location into the GPS, so we had a really weird route, with them saying "Oh, no, it's much easier if you turn here," and the GPS kept trying to get us turned around, like four or five turns, until they checked the address we were actually headed to, and fixed it.

The drive back from the liquor store was half as long as the ride out AND they insisted I let them out at the stairs down to their door.

(Me, as we're negotiating the steep pin-turns through the Brandeis campus: "Let's build the college on the hill, they said. It'll be FUN, they said." The kids DID laugh, btw.)

Jesse, did you hear the amazing NPR Politics podcast interview with Nina Totenberg (who broke the Hill case in 1991)? I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Ooh, no -- I will check it out!

I could, but ugh why if I don't wanna do any bible stuff? I dunno.

It's just another possible place to connect with adults, is all.

(Me, as we're negotiating the steep pin-turns through the Brandeis campus: "Let's build the college on the hill, they said. It'll be FUN, they said." The kids DID laugh, btw.)

I've just been there once, but that campus is a hot mess, hill-wise.

Tonight's swim was complete trash. I just couldn't get it together and kept pulling things and was just getting more and more frustrated. I made the unprecedented executive decision to quit at 1.5 miles, rather than my usual 2 on Sundays. No idea why it fell apart so bad, I've never had it quite that bad.

Then I tried to figure out all the retirement forms and uhg. And then I logged into my brand spanking new benefits account to find I'm listed as terminated. I guess they aren't quite ready for us to use it-they told us end of the week- but had to create the logins for the non-login accounts in the system already. But jarring.

Sorry about the bummer swim and the bummer benefits account.

Woke up before 6 this AM, and went running -- ran 5 miles while pushing Grace in a stroller so it was slower than I'd like. Had breakfast at Lincoln, took a nap and then got to share some mimosa and fred steak with liese, which was awesome. Now to get the twins in bed.

I was watching Antiques Roadshow, and a woman had a painting that her mother had loved and that she had in the living room for years. The appraiser told her it was worth $100,000 to $200,000, and this look of heartbreak went over her face. "Oh, that's terrible, terrible. It was such a nice painting to have around." I don't know if she just couldn't see herself as someone who should have valuable things or if she was thinking that she should cash in and do something practical with the money instead of enjoying the picture on her wall. She was probably thinking of grand-kids and mortgages and bills. She looked about to cry, and the appraiser looked very guilty.

OMG my allergies are killing me. I took two benedryl last night and spent all day today feeling like I had lead weights on. Bleargh.

So this afternoon I bought Allegra and a bunch of Neilmed stuff so I could start irrigating my sinuses again. It's not pleasant, but everyone says it helps.

Made an awesome salad for dinner: red and white cabbage, shredded; a can of black beans; a can of corn (or fresh corn off the cob); red onion; an avocado. Make a lime-olive oil dressing with some apple cider vinegar. Crumble cojita cheese into the dressing. Dress the salad & let it sit for a an hour. Add salt & pepper to taste. Comes out SO GOOD. (I got the recipe from the bartender at this place in Oceanside last week. So tasty.)

For a $100,000 painting that I really like as decoration, I'd probably hire an artist to make a copy - not a forgery but a proper, with slight alteration (knowing me, I'd probably request the addition of a blue police box) and proper attribution, copy - to hang on my wall then sell the original. How else would I have the money to pay for the security upgrades needed to protect a painting that is worth more than the house I live in? Having had a break-in in which the thieves came away with less than $500 worth of stuff because that is all I had, the idea of having something so truly valuable without making my home into Fort Knox, I think I would end up having more panic attacks than I did following the break-in.