I’ve ugly sobbed uncontrollably more than once. Tried to ululate and turns out I can totally do that without even moving my tongue. It brought horrified looks from the cats, but sobbing on the living room floor with cats looking at me askance is just par for the course lately.

I can’t ululate. I also can’t blow a raspberry. I too have been ugly crying a lot. I have basically had tears at the ready for anything since Wednesday. I guess I am just going with it?

Jacqueline was(that hurts, too) very special, but maybe Hec has been good at bringing us there. Which I know for me has been two parts "How lovely," and one part "You bastard!"--not really, it's important to feel the feelings, but that doesn't make it, idk, restful or anything. We've had attendant(or at least, attendant-assistant) drama here that has left me feeling partially like a piece of plywood people lug and don't have room for, and partly like a parent whose kid left home. But N.'s sister/mother(Not literally in the Chinatown sense, just, like, the actual dynamic is befuddling) but M. will help us out for a bit.

Timelies all!

We went to the zoo today, to see the pandas before they go back to China. We saw them and also saw some cheetahs. Unfortunately, Mr. S had a major meltdown when we were trying to figure out lunch. Sigh….

I wish life weren't coming at you all at once, David.

I also don't have a caftan, but I've been coveting one. I'll take this as permission to acquire one when the next opportunity presents itself.

I think something drapey like that would totally get in my wheelchair casters. Guess I'll stick with Early Swag. life, step off our bunky.

Nothing broken or dislocated.

That is good news. It sounds like you have wonderful support too!

I have been wearing clothes that are not appropriate for being in public for 2 days and it is the best. Arthur is doing great and big brother wants to hold him frequently.

Both updates bring a smile to my face.

I wish life weren't coming at you all at once, David.

This.

Just showered and getting ready to collapse and watch something or other. Had a bonfire for several hours clearing yard waste and construction bits. I could toss it in a truck and take it to the dump, but fire pretty.

I’ve got a bunch of caftans, most made for me. I’ve fully embraced the lifestyle.

I was wearing a bunch of caftans, but then I shrank out of most of them after going the whole eat less, move more route, so I have far fewer. I do have a few t-shirt dresses. Which L. refuses to believe are dresses, which means in my house they're now called "t-shirts that are long enough that you don't need to wear pants" instead.

I've embraced the fact that, at any given point, large portions of my wardrobe are going to be J. Crew (shirts, skirts, and dresses) and G-Star (jeans and trousers) with a side of Michael Kors and Current Elliott. I've also re-embraced my inner goth, so all these things are black or black and white with a few grey items.

But, hey. It works for me.

Ooo, t-shirt dresses are great. I actually lump caftans, muumuus, and all that stuff under “caftan lifestyle.” Any comfy floaty dress, really.

I have two of these romper type things that I live in. I wish I liked the other two colors. The best part is you simply cut them to the proper length. My 5'0" self appreciates that. I've turned the pant leg bottoms into the very best hair bands.

PS: I'm wearing the grey one and it's matching headband RIGHT NOW, aifg.

smonster, I'm so glad you have an answer and such great support!

I bow down to the tyranny of Arthur! Y'all with fussy babies, bring them my way. It's a super power to either calm them immediately, or not be fussed with their cries. A luxury afforded to the childless, but still useful! Friends left the baby I watched being born with me for their first night out without him. He screamed for 5 straight hours. A mom from the block came over and could not hack it. Me? Zen. The wee thing passed out about 2 minutes before the parents got back. They never knew.

I wish life weren't coming at you all at once, David.

I’m glad the diagnosis was actionable and not unexpectedly dire, smonster.