go out of the range of the LoJack that's keeping track of your vitals.

My Dad's M.O. from back in the day. (To be fair, he didn't actually realize there was a range limit, and he just wanted a newspaper and didn't want to bother anyone to bring him one, so he figured he'd just go to the lobby and buy one from the gift shop.)

Yeah, Hubby had that "Whuh?" look of male bafflement when he trundled back with his IV stand to find me chewing out freaked-out staff.

I am not planning on wandering anywhere, except to the bathroom and back to prove I'm able to leave.

Very responsible, Dana.

OK, I think I got the front yard into a state that will not bring down the wrath of the fire danger abatement people while I am out of town. Although all my weeds were green and unlikely to burn easily, honestly.

I have approximately one billion more things to do before I leave tomorrow but I'm gonna take maybe an hour to lie under this ceiling fan and read because I am on vacation, dammit.

Kat! That is way too much stuff. Congratulations and good luck on the new job. I hope Kate gets stuff straightened out and I am glad you aren't going to be at that school anymore and that neither are Noah and Grace.

Have now walked down TWO halls and up/down ten stairs.

Yay!

Jesus, Kat, that's just too much.

This has been a rough week for swimming: one ended early due to ba fing, one night was so crowded, I got out Neil people left and tonight, thunderstorms. One just passed through, but more are lining up behind it. I give.

Cherry on the sundae, my boss just sent me an email calling me unprofessional and telling me not to show up at a meeting. I've told students explicitly why I am leaving and this is where we are at.

Ok.

Oh, Kat. I am so sorry you have to put up with the absurd behavior.