I made it to therapy but getting my car out was difficult. The front tires are bad and one is worse than I realized. My therapist wanted to see me again this week but I told him trying to get there would add to my stress so I may do a Skype sessions later this week.

Then I went to the tire shop in town and I'm getting new tires tomorrow. I still need to make an appointment with the Dr about peri menopause.

I'm sick of finals. Still grading (though almost done), still need to deal with emails from a whole bunch of students who don't like their grades. I get so stressed out with having to make all these decisions for everybody.

I need my wrist brace, and I can't find it, and I'm having a panic attack from not being able to find it.

I hate finals week.

I know I wore the wrist brace when I went out. And then I came back home. And I had to have taken it off before I got changed into pajamas, because I can't get changed with the brace on. So there are a limited number of places that it could be. And I can't find it in any of those places.

Did it maybe fall into something like your purse or another bag?

I checked my backpack (which I brought with me to my appointment) and the pockets of my jacket (where I keep the brace for the other wrist, since I don't usually need it except when I'm writing a lot, so I keep it in my jacket pocket, so I'll have it at work.) Not between the couch cushions. Not tangled in the blanket on my bed, or the one on my couch. All the things on the floor that kind of look like they might be a wrist brace are, in fact, black socks.

Under a pillow?

Found it! On the floor, under the shirt I was wearing before.

Yay!

YAY for not letting the borrowers abscond with it.

I'm glad you found it, Hil.

We opened the side of ltc's adapted crib this weekend after she climbed out twice. Now that it is open and she can get up from it whenever she wants, she stays in there and calls us when she wants to get up. Toddlers are weird.