I still haven't tried Wordle. Maybe in the summer when things are less hectic.

Wordle has been bought by the New York Times.

Well, I hope Mr Wardle got a good pile of money. I expect it will disappear behind a paywall or get a bunch of ads or something before too long. Alas.

Uggh yeah, I hope it’s not behind an additional paywall—I already pay for the NYtimes but don’t pay for additional game subscription or cooking subscription and it kind of annoys me they want me to pay even more. Hmph.

I used to have just the game subscription but it was really kind of pricey for something I didn't need and couldn't even keep up with so I gave it up.

Yeah, I subscribe but don't pay for the extras either. I got the cooking newsletter when it was free. I only do the daily mini crossword for that reason too.

Although possibly having it disappear behind a paywall will be less sad than having interest in it just dwindle over time. I do enjoy the whole thing so much right now, though.

I hear often that the real estate market is poised to open up a lot more buyer opportunities in the coming months. Inventory here is still very limited. Patience is a challenge when things being settled and a plan in place is so much more satisfying.

I do think we'll see the right place if we can hang tight for a few more months. We keep seeing places that are close but not quite it.

Timelies all!

Tired and cranky, as usual.

My brother fucking relapsed again. I don't know the whole story, only that his wife has been in Guatemala for work and was supposed to get back this evening. He had a very stressful weekend because one of his clients self-harmed and the hospital called him to assess his client and view and document the client's self-harm injuries; the next day, the client ODed; the day after that, my brother met with his client's sister and mother. Really rough shit. I've been texting with him all weekend, and a couple of times today it occurred to me that I hadn't heard from him today, but I figured it's a Monday, he's busy, and his wife gets back today.

But no, he texted me 15 minutes ago to tell me "[Wife] just brought me home from the hospital. Relapse, I'll call tomorrow." Jesus fucking Christ. After the last time he relapsed, he said that if he relapsed again it would probably kill him. Obviously it didn't, but fucking Christ, I can't handle this again. I mean, he's okay -- well, not *okay*, clearly, but he's alive, so I should be glad about that. And I am. But god DAMN.

And Tim's back on night shift for 2 weeks to finish an urgent project, so it's after midnight and I'm just sitting here freaking out by myself.

Oy, Tep!

Obviously that's super stressful for him to deal with alone, but maybe he shouldn't be doing super stressful work if his support system is going to be out of country periodically? IDK. Not judgey but that doesn't sound like a great situation.

And he's still alive. And he got to the hospital. And he got out. So...exhaling.

Too much drama around the humans in your immediate family, girl! They need to calm the fuck down.