Happy birthday, aurelia! Yes, FB gave me that reminder, and also told me that I have been there for 11 years today. Hrmph, I still have a hate/love relationship there.

DH is off to buy trailer tires then we head again to Florida. It's always something. He was pleased that he found the tires both at Lowe's and from a local trailer guy so he didn't have to go big chain.

Meanwhile, although the hotel has a very nice room it has no breakfast and I am hungry now.

Happy Birthday Aurelia! Laura, I am sorry you are hungry and are having a hard time getting home. You and DH are such good partners so you are getting through it together.

I have to admit I am finally getting a little winded. I think today I will irk on sorting my bins, which are right now just bins of "save". I can put away stuff in the bathroom and kitchen and then sort into sewing room and bedroom for the rest.

First, I just have a little to do in the kitchen to be Done, though.

Washing ceilings was tough

Happy birthday, aurelia!

The AMA office is across the street from Trump tower, and they're pissed that he's having a fundraiser there this week.

My old office was around the corner from the AMA. I gave the tower some elaborate fuck off gestures, or at the very least a stink eye, whenever I walked by it.

I smelled smoke as soon as I walked out the front door of my apartment this morning.

Happy Birthday Aurelia!

How can I be this gronk-y when I got a full night's sleep and multiple naps over the weekend?

Happy Birthday, Aurelia!

My old office was around the corner from the AMA. I gave the tower some elaborate fuck off gestures, or at the very least a stink eye, whenever I walked by it.

Every time I'm there for a meeting, I give the finger to the tower. It's very soothing.

Happy birthday Aurelia!

I will also be briefly visiting Chicago, although with far less disruption (I would hope) than the Cheeto in Chief will bring. Details in F2F.

Yikes to all the fires!!

I dropped my bff off at the airport last night and promptly came home and went to bed with a headache. This morning it's still lurking. Grrrr.

Ugh. My job just makes me despair for humanity sometimes. I had an article last week about the differences in mortality rates between black and white patients with pancreatic cancer (I know you'll be shocked -- shocked! -- to hear that black patients had higher mortality rates) that basically boiled down to "because racism." (Seriously, the authors went to some impressive linguistic gymnastics to say "this is because of racism," without actually using the word "racism.")

Today's article is about how homeless patients with cardiovascular conditions receive poorer treatment (or no treatment) compared with non-homeless patients with the same conditions, and it basically boils down to "because fuck the homeless." [edit: To be clear, the article is really compassionate toward homeless people, and is pretty angry about the huge differences in mortality rates between homeless patients and non-homeless patients.]

Bah. (Not as entertaining as the article about STIs that got the word "Chlamydia" stuck in my head to the tune of "Lydia, the tattooed lady.")

I'm worrying about all the fires in North AND south CA.

Happy birthday, aurelia!

I'm worrying about the wildfires too.

I've wasted three weeks with anxiety and depression, and I'm done with it. (Probably actually not.) I'ma do some stuff today, including following up about some freelance work.

The one thing I've learned from my strange life is that you don't know what's going to happen. It might be bad and it might be good, but it's going to be a surprise.