YES! It's also true of Call the Midwife at any altitude, but I really love a good clean cry like that. One time on a plane I watched a movie I had never heard of about Reese Witherspoon and some Sudanese refugees, and I swear every scene made me cry -- they alternated between happy and sad tears, but all tears! That remains my high-water mark.

Oh dear God. So the extremist I mentioned above, Pauline Hanson, who's returning to Parliament this election. Going to be a Queensland senator. Her party's platform, right on their official website: [link] For the Cliff notes, scroll down to the section, "Pauline Hanson's One Nation Policy". Top of the pops:

Call for an inquiry or Royal Commission to determine if Islam is a religion or political ideology

Yaaaaay.

Ryan occasionally asks me, who do I think is worse - Donald Trump or Tony Abbott (our previous PM). That's easy, Trump is way worse. I now have a point of comparison. Trump is if Pauline Hanson became a viable candidate for Prime Minister.

Am I ready to move furniture? No. Am I going to anyway? Yep.

billytea, I feel for your country's bad choices in governance.

Why is it that I can't get my sister to understand that I need more definite plans from her than "we'll call you when we're on the way"? I stopped doing that with them that time I waited all dressed up ready to go out for FOUR HOURS after they called "20 minutes away". I just told her, I'm in pajamas and I'm not getting dressed until I know where I'm supposed to be and when.

It's weird to think about different paths in life sometimes. A few years ago, I saw an old coworker. We were both about six months into dating someone, and both thought it was about to be some kind of turning point. I broke up with mine, she married hers and is about to have their second kid! Not that I wanted to marry that guy.

sara, YAY furniture!!

I'm watching the Great British Bake Off. Even though I've seen this one. Don't care. Can't wait.

I find GBBO to be excellent for rewatching.

And yet another vivid dream, but this one involved someone who was lost, I think.

Roommate's cat likes to sleep with me. In my dream, I wanted to roll over, but something was crowding my legs. I muttered at the cat to move, and I realized the cat was against my hip. My dream told me there was a French bulldog named Berenice sleeping on my legs, and she was very peeved at having to move.

I have never met a French bulldog in real life, much less one named Berenice. I told her I was pleased to make her acquaintance, but if she wanted to share the bed she was going to have to let me roll over.

Brains are odd.

We were going to have a holiday gathering here today but the weather is funky and people are tired and just wanna chill so we cancelled. Instead of cleaning the house and shopping and cooking I am still sitting here in my jammies at 2 PM with dishes in the sink. I have done zero work on my many office projects either. I am sloth. I have also spent an appalling amount of time browsing Facebook which has been an emotional roller coaster of rage, optimism, depression, delight, and a dozen other feels.

I really need to do something productive. I think I shall start with a swim while it isn't storming.

It's weird to think about different paths in life sometimes. A few years ago, I saw an old coworker. We were both about six months into dating someone, and both thought it was about to be some kind of turning point.

I just saw a play about that. All the possible paths from a given moment in a relationship. Constellations. I recommend it.