Meeting with a realtor in about an hour to get a better notion of a reasonable sale price for the house. Potential buyers come Saturday so we want to know what a good offer would be. Deep breaths. DH is so exhausted from trying to finish a punch list, that really will never end.

I have officially entered the "you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here (at the library)" of my thesis writing.

When I was in college, they'd close the library at a fairly early hour on Saturdays, seemingly to force students to go out and do something social. People would find hiding places to lurk in so they could continue to work ... and then have to dodge the security guards when they made their rounds.

My manager says that frequently when she's dealing with my boss her silent mantra is, "Remember, he saves little tiny babies. Little tiny babies. Lit-tle tiiiiiny babies."

to be fair, a friend of mine from high school is a pediatric neurosurgeon and he’s not an asshole.

Very much a first world complaint - after a little more than two months our rest rooms are done. No more having to go upstairs to pee (yay). HOWEVER ... it's done to be contact-free, which I'm assuming is good hygienicly, but doesn't provide alternatives. The water in the sink and the soap dispenser go on when you wave your hand underneath their spouts. However, when the handwavium doesn't work, there's no option to press/turn anything to get water or soap. The toilets (theoretically) flush automatically, but when they don't, there's no way to get them to flush ... although if you move while on the toilet, they WILL flush. But maybe not when you're done.

Also, they're so white that you can practically go snow blind from being in the room.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Atropa!

Happy to celebrate Atropa.

Though I often feel like the expectations are different too—if I sent a business email as a man, people would think it was to the point but because I’m a woman they expect more niceties. Which makes me crazy.

There was a great article a while back by a guy who had a shared mailbox with his female co-worker. There was some glitch that caused his emails to go out with her sig line and vice versa. Suddenly, he was getting people questioning his information and commenting on his tone, and suddenly she was not having to make multipe requests and getting prompt responses. A few people even emailed him directly to question what "his colleague" had told them. He said he had never realized what she went through.

Sexism is a bitch.

Vortex, exactly. I think it hits me harder because I get the feedback from other women—if it were from men I’d be like “screw you sexist!”

Cash I echo what's been said about you and your spouse having been amazing raising Robin and Oliver and continuing to support them through this time in their lives. You all amaze me.