That sounds lovely, Laura.

It's amazing how productive I can be when I'm trying to channel rage before it makes me stroke out. I've gone grocery shopping, picked up a small gift for my Finnish cousin who I'll be meeting next week, bought and planted three mums, got the last load of laundry in the dryer, and have a loaf of bread on its first rise on the back of the dryer (I keep my apartment as cool as possible, which makes yeast grumpy, and the dryer throws heat). It's just noon. After lunch, I hope to run the vacuum before heading out for pedicures with Amyth and Buffista-adjacent friends.

Timelies all!

We went to the National Waterfront and walked around a little to see the Viking ship.(Well, most of us walked around, my mom sat on a bench.) Mr. S fell asleep in the car on the way back, but refused to nap at home.

Welp, did some weeding and some mowing and dome pruning and now I am tired. Maybe if I take a nap I can finish mowing later?

They're voting now. I may need a social media break next week.

Protesters randomly screaming Shame! Lots of protesters outside the Capitol. Some getting arrested.

I'm gonna create another Twitter account for nothing but cute animals and weird science and happy stuff.

I took the dog for a run, picked up some jazz cds from my sister (they were our dad's and her husbands and she doesn't want them) and went to dog class. Where the beast did very well indeed, or I did. Thankfully the weather is cooling.

Now I need a shower and some lunch.

I am so disappointed in the Senate and pissed at Anthony Kennedy.

Between national, city, and neighborhood issues I was exhausted last night. I slept on the sofa from 9pm-1am, was up for 4 hours catching up on news/social-media and then slept another 4 hours (in bed this time).

I'm just numb. And not surprised. This is the way it always works.

Yeah, I'm not surprised just really, really tired

Yeah, I'm not surprised just really, really tired

This. I'm exhausted in my bones at this point.