Sara, -t, smonster, Dana -- I hope your weekends are better than today was.

Fidgets. I lose the toys, so I stick with jewelry. Primarily these.

I've thought about getting a spinner ring. It seems like it would be more discreet but still fidget-able in stressful situations.

Further adventures in the Saga Of My Father-In-Law's Pants: last night Tim brought Jack's laundry home for us to do*, and there are indeed only 2 pairs of pants. Though now I'm wondering what he's wearing today. Maybe sweatpants? Although I thought last week that someone ordered more pants from L.L. Bean for him.

*(I told Tim that I don't mind washing Jack's shirts, pants, and socks, but he was going to have to wash his dad's briefs. So he did a load of whites last night and I washed the pants and shirts today.)

Sara, -t, smonster, Dana -- I hope your weekends are better than today was.

Add my good wishes to this.

Fidgets. I lose the toys, so I stick with jewelry.

If I leave the house, I'm wearing a long necklace that I can fidget with. I need to buy more cast silver rose thorns to add to my primary one.

That spinner ring is lovely. I need one of those. I would love that Fidget toy, but I would lose it, too. Or agonize about possibly losing it enough to make it useless.

-t, I'm so sorry. That's a horrible situation, full stop. Strength to everyone involved.

I'm sorry for your loss, sarameg, and your bad week. May will be better?

The continuing Saga of the Pants is very comforting, in its way.

::hugs Zen:: I've learned over the last few years how to recognize my anxiety, when it's happening, and somehow that alone reassures me? Like, I feel it, then I think, why might that be happening, and then I try to chill. It works ... some of the time.

I had a date tonight, and cancelled it last night, because I just couldn't. End of the week, after working retail, I am completely peopled out, even if they're not people I'm getting coffee and croissants for.

In other news, it's so hot here, I put on shorts, and wow, are my legs white.

I am indeed curious, now, how Jack is dressed today.

Like, I feel it, then I think, why might that be happening, and then I try to chill. It works ... some of the time.

I have taken to heart a meditation technique I learned somewhere along the line of saying to myself "Thinking" or "these are just thoughts in your head" when my brain starts to spin out. Sometimes it helps. It's at least something to do, which I think helps in and of itself.

Oh, god, yeah, I didn't mind working retail for the work, but it left me with no social energy for people I liked and wanted to see and that was very hard. Working in an office is not quite as intensely people, but still can be draining by the end of the week.

I didn't realize until a few years ago (and it's so much worse now working this job) that I am one of those introverts who loves people in measured doses, and then needs lots of quiet recharging time. I come home and don't turn on the TV or music, even.

I'm going to be one of those old people on the porch, shaking her cane, I know it.

I am indeed curious, now, how Jack is dressed today.

One of Tim's brothers is visiting Jack tonight. I should text and ask what Jack's wearing.

I come home and don't turn on the TV or music, even.

Oh. This has been me lately but I couldn't figure out why. Just too much people, maybe.

Be careful with how you word that, Tep.

I didn't realize until a few years ago (and it's so much worse now working this job) that I am one of those introverts who loves people in measured doses, and then needs lots of quiet recharging time. I come home and don't turn on the TV or music, even.

I have become one of these people, and it weirds me out. Was I just tricking myself into believing I was an extrovert? Am I an extrovert who needs a lot of quiet time?

We are sitting next to the world's most annoying couple. I will elaborate more when I'm home with a keyboard, but it beats Jesse's racist story.

I still think I am an extrovert, but each day I become far more particular about the people I will socialize with. It would be a lot easier if people would wear hats that marked them as bat shit crazy, or loves animals and books, or quilting fan. I did meet with one of my practice managers and he had a you know what kind of red cap behind his desk. Kept right on the business only topics with that one.