And I don't think you have to give up your identity as a theater professional! You're just not doing this job right now.

I was supposed to be going to a chorus concert tonight, but we couldn't figure out where to park, so we just came home! At least I can catch up on my shows.

This decision has been brewing for awhile, Sophia. I don't think you'll be giving up on theater... I think you're going to interface with the craft in different ways.

If you ever need practice with doing costumes, you could always try dressing me up as a tasteful lady. Har de har har snortlaugh.

Sophia, if you find your main job doesn't fulfill that part of you, I'm positive you'll be able to find another platform.

Speaking of positive, I just remembered to listen to the voicemail that came from an unfamiliar number while I was working Friday night(picked up phone for first time to take a picture of the cats...)

Welp, it was my dr. My bloodwork came back & the rheumatoid numbers are positively positive. So no more guessing, it's that.

I'm glad you have a clear answer and a path! (even if it's a sucky one)

I hope this leads to good treatment options, sarameg.

oh hon. I hope you find some treatments that help, but at least no more tests.

I'm sorry, sarameg. At least it allows treatement options.

In yet another moment of polls being meaningless, Prime Minister Scott Morrison defied the predictions and won the Australian elections. Seriously, every time I see polls and predictions I grumble. False hope is all they represent to me.

Yeah, imagine how I feel. Aside from expecting the Coalition government to be ousted (which it richly deserved), I really thought we had a decent shot of getting rid of my rather unpleasant local member. In the event the only positive is that former PM, Tony Abbott, lost his seat (despite it being an erstwhile safe seat). Now we get three more years of inaction on climate change, wage growth and property market distortions.

On the plus side, there was clear evidence that Australia is the greatest democracy in the world, in that - as usual - after voting you could grab a sanger at the polling station's sausage sizzle.

Timelies all!

Both days this weekend I was woken up early by Mr. S pounding on his walls/door demanding to be let out. I'm never gonna be able to sleep late again, am I?

BTW, I'm not mentioning it on fb because family. My brother knows, but not telling parents until I have a plan of action because it'll probably upset mom & with her memory, I'll either have to tell her over&over again, or she'll fixate. Either way, waiting until I have all the answers.

Eta: I am SO my father's daughter in this, it'd be funny if I didn't find it so infuriating to be on the other end at times.