I guess I won't even *make* dinner, now.

What's the point if there's not arterial spurting?

I guess I won't even *make* dinner, now.

What's the point if there's not arterial spurting?

Hell if I know.

(I wrote here a long post and then accidentally closed the wrong windows and boooo that. I'm OK, I'm tired, I'm livid at my government, and here's a video of a pup reuniting with her person, both survivors: [link] )

Edit: OK, ate something and can post more. Today I'm tired because I spent half day doing things my government should have done shopping and packing emergency supplies for Arab and Palestinian communities in the south - some were directly effected by the attack. Anything from diapers and baby food to pads and dry food. I'm very grateful that work pretty much let us not work most of week and understood that we're in shock and grief.

(550 bodies were not identified yet, but so far today I didn't hear about anyone else that I knew and was killed. I'm not checking the lists with the names. I can't).

Take a lesson from me. Don't slice the tip of your thumb to the point of needing five stitches while making dinner.

Been there, have the dead nerves and scarring to show for it. Do not recommend. Hope it heals quickly.

Thank you for the video Shir, I needed that cry. I can only imagine how much you are doing just to keep it together.

By now I figured out that the new routine to function is to wake up up every morning, reach for my phone, read some updates and cry a bit, and then start the day. Because every morning I wake up and for a moment everything feels almost normal. And then I remember.

That's so great, Shir.(And I don't think you're wrong about your government. even knowing there are other world situations I know more about. Sometimes, our leaders suck.) I found something nice JZ wrote about me on Facebook three years ago, today, in the midst of some culture-war stupid about comic books. Although I'm not a secret criminal mastermind or anything, I'm not sure I've ever deserved being one of "The best people she knows," I think anyone who could say that of me knows, like, twelve people and escapes from a cult. Jacqueline could say that, having a crowd.(or two. I'm legitimately not sure why, even though that *totally* seems like fishing for compliments, even as I typed it. But clearly, there's something we didn't remember in the same way. I am, often, one of the worst, or at least, least-successful people I know. Maybe she thought I was good at making chicken salad from chicken shit, or whatever metaphor a vegetarian might use for 'making love out of nothing at all" as Air Supply used to say.) But, still, she said that. I'm honored. Even if we all look better next to Wendy Rogers.

Shir, I've done that about far less.

Timelies all!

Hugs and ~ma for all who need/want it.

Two of the five stitches had to go through my thumb nail, those are the ones that hurt today.