First of all, steroids are magic. Both my head and my back are so much better, and I'd like to thank my body for having two problems that can be solved by the same thing.

But thanks to the steroids, I am flushed and hot, and I am starving. This part is less fun.

He left his drivers ed class before I got there to pick him up. Would not respond to texts or answer the phone. I did a find his phone and located him, but in the meantime he had walked from there home where he is now locked out and texting that he does not "give 2 shits" if I come home.

So the grounding is starting off great.

This whole thing where we humans have to learn every damn thing the hard way and are such assholes to the people who we feel safest with because we feel safe enough, it's a terrible system.

Intelligent design my foot.

we're both home and he chose playing his music loudly. I plan to get myself to bed here pretty soon before he gets bored with that. Thank goodness for longplay soundscape recordings and headphones I can sleep in.

And people think I should try to date.

some spare good thoughts. mac has left the house and is angry texting me from who knows where. He has deactivated the find your phone.

All the good thoughts, msbelle! C'mon, Mac.

Oh, Mac. And you were doing so well with the learning-to-drive thing. Be kinder to yourself and your mom.

Somebody stop me from asking a coworker on FB "Are you getting kickbscks from the like-farmers?" Every day, she posts at least three guilt-inducing "do you care enough to type 'yes' and share." Months ago, I tagged her when I posted an article about like-farming.

She liked it.

He's back home.

Here's some house-porn that may or may not work for people: [link]

Gotta say, I find very little of that house actually restful...