Much~ma to you, David. May it be quick with an easy recovery.

Since that Saturday two weeks ago I had to convince myself to go to bed on Fridays. There is an anxiety of not knowing what will happen to the world when I wake up tomorrow. But whatever happens, if anything happens, I guess it's better to face it with more sleep than none.

I realized that only today I told a close friend how that Saturday looked from my perspective. How only around noon I started to understand that the glimpse of stories I caught about what happens in the south aren't franatic rumors and irresponsible media coverage but might be true (though I was also going in and out of the shelter from morning till noon). I got to the first cup of coffee between the third and forth siren, and took it with me during the forth siren, because hi, priorities. And after noon, I spent hours looking at the phone, trying and failing to make sense of the news, getting updates from people and updating them. And reading those who were still under fire or in danger to their lives, in real time. And being unable to help them.

I'm relatively safe, where I am. But I really miss the problems I thought I had before Oct. 7th.

May it be a quiet night. From Hamas, Hizballah, and also from my cat, which based on last night, may be a collaborator with the agenda of keeping me up at night.

May it be a quiet night, Shir.

Review of Frexel Laser Resurfacing: That fuckin' hurt.

But it's already calming down and doesn't look any worse than the kind of sunburn I used to get being out on the water all day growing up in Florida.

Which, not coincidentally, is why they need to tend to the precancerous cells and sun damage of my fair skinned Floridian youth.

As Emmett used to say with acute understatement: That was undelightful.

Worse, I have to get the same procedure done again in a month. Though she was kind enough to schedule it after Thanksgiving.

But I am going over to a friend's Oktoberfest for brats and beer tonight.

And tomorrow Jes and I will go see the Misfit Cabaret's Halloween show: [link]

The Universe needs to go in for a humble after the way it's been treating you and yours, Hecubus.

The pain has subsided with the help of Ibuprofen and two Boulevardiers.

Waiting for my friend Michelle to collect me and take me to a backyard Oktoberfest brats and beers.

It's good to know for the next go 'round with this procedure that the pain subsides fairly quickly.

But I've definitely had a fair amount of Quite Painful Procedures this year on top of all the other loss and stress.

Glad you feel like going out, even if I prefer Polish dogs. ETA: I had a strange dream that JZ was in this morning.

If I could go back and warn my younger self of anything, I'd tell myself to 1) floss 2) wear sunscreen and 3) don't feel so guilty about all the sex.

I am enjoying a Pumpkin Spice White Russian. Or a second one. And rewatching OFMD.

Got my Covid and Shingles vaccinations tonight. I suspect it'll be a light weekend.

I would definitely tell myself GET TO A DENTIST BEFORE THAT CAVITY GETS TOO BIG TO FILL. Stupid root canal going bad has cost me so much $$$ and frustration.

I hope the recover is easy, David, and that the next one is the last one at least for a while.

Shir, those watershed moments are so hard. And all the ones that come after. Continuing to be glad to see your pixels and witness as you process what you’re experiencing.

Bad insomnia last night. Had a lot of muscle tension from scraping lead paint for 40 hrs this week. I will frequently place a hand anywhere I am feeling a lot of tension, or think I am, and doing that last night something was going on last night where I felt nauseated and like I might faint. Don’t know if a nerve was pinched or what.

New potential roommate coming over in less than an hour. All digits crossed this works out. Hoping she’ll be willing to pay more than half in exchange for having play to self 90% of the time.

What are people up to this weekend? Spooky fun?

ltc burst into tears when I came in the house with my new haircut last night. Apparently I’m not mommy if I can’t put my hair in a messy bun.

Aw, sj, that's sweet. But she'll adapt. And I saw the picture and it looks great!

David, that sounds definitely Undelightful. Hope the next part goes easy on you.

smonster, that is a lot of lead paint. Ouch.

Shir, thank you for being willing to share this experience with us, even if we all wish it could be a less horrific one.

Shoulder surgery bites, and the recovery really sucks. I'm still stuck in this sling (24/7 except when showering or dressing, and yes keeping it on to sleep) for three more weeks. Going mildly stir-crazy here.