I think I need to just quit talking about bikes with this one Facebook friend of mine. He posted something about how Paris is going car-free for a few days. I said that looked cool, but wondered whether there would still be buses, since Paris's subway system has terrible accessibility, and so, without buses, a lot of people with disabilities would have trouble getting around. He responded, "Yes, Hillary, #AllLivesMatter." Fuck that.

I have my phone remind me that's it's 8 pm, so I can start moving towards bed. Of course, these days, odds are I'm already there. Much sleepy. So tired.

This is the same guy who once accused me of being "just like those people who say that women who were raped deserved it because of what they were wearing" when I commented that cyclists in the place where I used to live were often college students who hadn't really ridden their bikes since they were kids riding on sidewalks or suburban side streets, but then got to college and realized they needed bikes to get to class on time, and didn't really know how to ride safely in traffic, since they'd never needed to know before.

Uh, ass your friend in the ear, Hil.

Quit talking about bikes? I'd quit talking to him at all.

What Dana said.

so, without buses, a lot of people with disabilities would have trouble getting around. He responded, "Yes, Hillary, #AllLivesMatter."

There's like three separate kinds of offensive in there.

I'm trying to aim for before 10, at least.

I aim for 9 which mostly means 9:30ish + some reading, so maybe asleep around 10? Which feels right at the time but then waking up at 5-5:30 is a bear.

Wow, Hil. brenda might be undercounting the kinds of offensiveness, which is impressive considering how few words he used. Anyway, clearly he does not want you to talk to him. Listen silently at his feet, yeah.

Birds are the fucking worst. Creepy little dinosaurs.

This little bit of vitriol made my morning!

It's only 9 and already I feel like I'm going to be running around all day. Possible phone meeting at 10, definite in-person meeting at 12:30, giving me just enough time to get to the bus if my son blows a gasket and decides to skip his afternoon class up at his campus, 4 pm take Frances to her tutoring class, then up to my son's school to pick him up and a quick visit to his class for Back-to-School. Glancing kiss hello to my husband as he arrives for Back-to-School night, long form. Pick up daughter from her tutoring class and feed both kids. Yipes!

But first, cup of coffee #2 and a shower.

Yup, that sounds like a lot, Burrell!