Oh, you parents will appreciate this: on the train the other day, there was a woman with a toddler, and another woman struck up conversation. Her child was some amount younger than the kid on the train. The first woman said (not so the kid could hear), "Oh, is he still sweet, or has he become an asshole? Because this one...."

Ha! Toddlers are little assholes.

ltc was such a ridiculously easy and joyful infant that I was in no way prepared for what was to come.

Timelies all!

We are at OVFF. The trip here wasn't too bad.

There is a book called "Toddlers are assholes". I know this because my MIL gave it to us.

ltc was such a ridiculously easy and joyful infant that I was in no way prepared for what was to come.

Emmett was neither an easy infant, nor an easy toddler. However, about age 4 when reason arrived he started an ascending path of Betterness which continues to this day.

After what amounted to a multi-day anxiety attack, I hauled myself to my primary care NP whom I have been avoiding because my ability to cope with diabetes in a reasonable fashion went out the window this summer. One nifty thing is, whatever the heck I have been eating, my A1c (indicator of average blood glucose over the course of several months) is not horrible. It was 6.9 which is at the upper end of good glucose control. And since Lexapro I was using earlier this year was causing insomnia, and I have tried damn near everything else on the market, we are trying Effexor. NP explained the possibility of weird withdrawal symptoms should I miss a dose, but stated she was confident that as a professional caregiver, I don't have a problem with forgetting or skipping doses. I refrained from laughing in her face. And those times I decide to take my own care as seriously as I take my work, I do quite well for myself.

Rather hoping the Effexor does not make me unconquerably drowsy on the grounds that sometimes I have to work an overnight shift and won't be able to just take it will-she-nill-she. Also hoping that it works.

I appear to have had an ocular migraine, which is weird on several levels, including that I've never gotten an actual migraine. It was over in my peripheral vision, so I kept driving, figuring that it was maybe something like a floater, and five minutes later it went away.

Between this and phantom itches -- one of which woke me up the other week, and some that I have this morning, I'm wondering if something allergic-like is going on.

Theodsia, bodies are weird. I hope you can get to the bottom of this.

Bodies are indeed wired.

Posting from a Walmart parking lot south of Harrisburg while DH greases the trailer wheels. He is his truck towing a boat and I am following in my car. Haven't my dinner in Charlotte later with nieces and nephew. Lunch is leftover pizza from Maria's family restaurant.

And se àrea of agafin.

Pretty sure I got my thermostat installed! And it was actually super easy, although it took me forever because I was scared and working by flashlight (see re: scared, I turned off the power to my whole apartment to be sure).

Now I'm waiting for an email to finish setting up the app.

Yay Jesse!!

Laura, I...don't know what that last line means?