I am cranky and achy and I want Jonathan Van Ness to come play with my hair.

There are lots of horrid childhood memories associated with the church I was taken to, but one really good memory was our Sunday School. We had assembly and then the boys and the girls went to separate classes, and the girls' teacher let us mess with each others hair while she taught the lesson. We obviously learned it better while having our hair braided or combed, or braiding or combing someone else's hair, so that was something we looked forward to on Sundays. Then we got promoted to an older more adult class and there was no more hair braiding.

Hil, your ability to make sense of DNA results is so cool. I'm sorry that there was such ugliness in the earlier part of the evening.

Connie, those dreams are no joke.

I'm having a hard time with having to put eye drops in Harvey's eye. Emotionally, that is. The job is getting done. But not only is he fighting me and that cuts at my heart, but that eye still has Horner's syndrome so whenever I let myself think about the creepifying dream, I freak out a bit. I need Harvey's eye to either get better or to not have look closely at it three times a day.

Hil, your ability to make sense of DNA results is so cool.

Thanks. This one was tricky. Based on the basic information that the tests give, I would have said they were probably full sisters, but she said that was definitely impossible, because they both know their mothers. (One never knew her father at all, the other had someone that her mom said was her father, who was barely in her life, and she'd been pretty sure for a while that he wasn't actually her father.) It required a bit more digging to figure it out for sure -- had to have them both transfer their DNA files over to GEDmatch, which is a website that has a whole bunch more tools that you can use for analyzing DNA than most of the commercial sites have. The info there showed that they couldn't be full siblings. (Though I'm suspecting that their mothers might be cousins or something, since they share just a bit too much DNA to only be half-siblings and no other relation.)

I got to campus. I'm sort of awake. I just tore down a Confirm Kavanaugh sign.

Got through my morning classes. The friend whose Facebook post started the mess last night apologized to me for being Facebook friends with such assholes, and she unfriended them.

A couple days ago, at a work meeting, one of my coworkers said something that kind of upset me, but I really wasn't sure if I was taking it the wrong way or what, so I didn't say anything to him. Another coworker just stopped by my office to tell me that she thought that he was really out of line and shouldn't have said that, but that she wasn't sure in the moment how to say that without making it into a bigger deal. So I thanked her for that, since it confirmed that I wasn't overreacting.

ION, I am stupid and keep responding to conversations online that I know are not good for me. I should stop doing that.

In my experience, Hil, you are the very polar opposite of stupid.

And I've been there too, with the online conversations. Which is why I'm hanging out here more, lately. Even the folks I disagree with here (about such momentous topics as cilantro and mufalettas) are folks who look out for me and for each other.

I hope things ease up on you soon. In the meantime, I send all the ~ma~ your way.

Thanks, Karl.

I just ordered groceries. They gave me zucchini instead of celery. I'm confused.

People will do anything to get rid of surplus zucchini.

They're trying to save you from the celery, Hil. They're your friends. Even zucchini is better than celery.

I think today's vote is going to be all the politics I can take for a while. A social media break may be in order.