I did homemade gifts for my staff - skin goop. And then the ladies at the group home wanted to invite my supervisor, and my supervisor's supervisor, and the nurse, and the new staff member's new baby and .... I felt weird not having someone for everyone who came to the party. It was fuckin' 13 below, and they came out to our party, they deserve a prize. I figured, it's a homemade gift, that's not too over-the-top.
Sending out the vibes for Carrie Fisher, because I do not choose to contemplate a world without her in it.
So I ran out of parchment paper, which I need to make my cake. Do I go to the store now or in the morning? Uggghhhhh.
Big problems: the obvious ones, Carrie Fisher
Smaller problems:
- arghhhh the house sale is becoming problem
- publishing is really hard to deal with today on a very personal level and I'm hoping I made the right decision about something
-I've been working so much I've completely screwed up the holiday
- and all the words that come out of my face today seem to be wrong
Sparky I like your strategy though.
{{hippocampus}} Sorry the day has been for crap. May tomorrow's problems be boring routine ones.
Today was a day filled with delight. St. Lucia was lush and beautiful. The aromas in the botanical gardens soothed my soul and my body was immersed in mineral baths. Grateful that ND & Pix talked us into going on this cruise. My family and customers will recover from my absence. The only downside is the quantity of food being consumed. I won't be able to get near a scale for 2 weeks after I get home and I will have to avoid my doctor completely!
Carrie Fisher's brother is saying she's in stable condition.
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Husband and father are off doing one thing, mother is doing something else, so it's just me and the dog for a couple of hours. Watch the Sense8 Christmas special? Poke around for fic? Try to write a yuletide treat?
I want to worry about Carrie Fisher -- she's not even 65 yet! -- but Dad's got pneumonia and is basically non-verbal. Not eating, barely drinking anything. Not great. Smiles a little bit, if you talk to him and he's awake.
So, that's a thing. Damnit. Fuck this year.
I'm sorry, Suela.
Carrie Fisher is SIXTY, another reason why this is NOT ALLOWED.
What a heavy heart you must have right now, Consuela.
