COME OUT, PENNY! I'm also hoping she's just hidden someplace.

I hear you, msbelle. I realized how much I need a vacation and/or new job when, by mid-day on the first day after a three-day weekend, all I could think was, "Fuck you, you fucking clowns." Luckily, I am getting a vacation in four weeks and then a new boss. Which might help?

In other news, my geekery of the evening: I heard somewhere that the Wakandans in CA:CW speak Xhosa, and then I noticed that "thank you" sounded an awful lot like "thank you" in Rinyarwanda, which I hear pretty often at work because of Reasons. Come to find out, they are both Bantu languages, so I wasn't just hearing things. It's enkosi in Xhosa and murakose in Kinyarwanda.

Depends on what kind of car you have, t, but I'm guessing no.

Got to run on a fancy treadmill at the PT office that you get into this pair of pants and it uses air pressure to take weight off you. So I felt what it would be like to run on the moon! And what it would feel like to be 90% of my body weight. Still not approved to run on my own yet. Next week I run on a regular treadmill, and then he may approve.

I went and rattled food from one bowl to another. Mom's cat came around. No Penny. I can wait and hope and maybe move some furniture around in the basement, but it'skind of hard with my hand burned. (or part of it).

It's also drizzling and I hope she's just hiding somewhere.

yeah, I really don't want to get sick. I just don't want to deal with my life and it seems in my head like a way out without bailing. Clearly I am not gonna bail, I just want to like 50% of the time.

someone had put 2 bags of mostly clothes on hold yesterday, said they would come by with $$ today. It was the last of the day, so I said sure. Kinda doubted they would show up once it was after 6, but she did, and with the $$ and said she wants to buy something else if she can get it next week. Sure

Come on, Penny, show yourself!

Cool beans on the selling stuff, msbelle! I have been there, daydreaming about being just sick enough to not have to deal with my life. I wish you some restorative break, somehow.

Look at you, sort of recognizing words in the same linguistic family, Jesse! Neat.

That's pretty amazing, meara. I want to try that! But without hurting myself first. Good luck with recovering more in the next week!

The idea of picking up mulch flew right out of my head once I got outside and got smacked in the face with the heat. Not in a rational "It's too hot to be spreading mulch" sense, although it is, but more like chunks of my brain shut down and I could only come home on automatic pilot. Thermometer on the patio says it is 95 in the shade, and my front yard is not shady. There's wind, but it's a hot wind. So unpleasant. I'll water the cardboard before I go to bed and mulch later in the week some time. That'll have to do. Sorry, neighbors.

If Penny is like Loki, probably fast asleep in a cupboard and can't hear the enticing noises. He gives me panics on a regular basis.

Work developed a new wrinkle that has us down another rabbithole. I'm so done.

My nephew was over and did get really upset and was crying and sobbing and wailing with grief over the school year ending leaving his teacher. Maybe that scared her.

So I felt what it would be like to run on the moon! And what it would feel like to be 90% of my body weight.

That's so cool! But agreed with -t that I'd rather not be injured in order to try it out.

My mom came home! For no good reason, I thought she wasn't back until tomorrow. And I realize that was even dumber, because I knew she would be here tomorrow for the gardening people. Anyway, home safe and sound.

Kitty~ma, askye.

In other news, my geekery of the evening: I heard somewhere that the Wakandans in CA:CW speak Xhosa, and then I noticed that "thank you" sounded an awful lot like "thank you" in Rinyarwanda, which I hear pretty often at work because of Reasons. Come to find out, they are both Bantu languages, so I wasn't just hearing things. It's enkosi in Xhosa and murakose in Kinyarwanda.

That's pretty damn cool.

So, in cautiously good news, the ridiculously expensive drug that Tim's rheumatologist prescribed for his RA is approved by our insurance, and it should be affordable because of an assistance program. (The only reason I say "cautiously good news" is that I won't be 100% relieved until he actually picks up the drug and the copay is NOT $1,000.)

Hopefully this drug will help him, because the first drug (methotrexate) is basically Skittles or something. Not helping his symptoms, is what I'm saying. It's like when Archer's chemo drugs were replaced with Zima.

The new drug (Humira) is injectable, which is weird, but the rheumatologist thinks it will help him a lot. And this rheumatologist seems to really know his shit, so...injectable drug it is.