SMG is on tonight's Drag Race and says, "I'm jealous of all these queens -- I'm a mere Prinze" and I loled.

SMG is on tonight's Drag Race and says, "I'm jealous of all these queens -- I'm a mere Prinze" and I loled

Hah I wonder how long she saved that one up for

I went out dancing while visiting my sister in Philly! My reward for taking my dad to the bank to do a bunch of updates earlier today. It was fun, but mostly because I found a boy from San Francisco who also didn’t know most of the dances they were doing! I’ll try to go back next time I’m in town though

Got to LAX, so freaking glad to be home. Took the shuttle to the economy parking lot. Realized I never packed my car keys. ND drove the car down and parked here when he came out to help midweek, and he has his spare key...in Florida. He gets home tomorrow. So now I'm in a Lyft muttering, "It's only money" over and over again.

Also, caregiver J (who lived with Dad the last six months, trading no rent for part time care) is having difficulty finding an apartment because landlords want two months of paystubs and he just started his new nursing job at the beginning of January, despite the fact I gave him a generous check (with some help from a dear friend) as a thank you and because I know he's broke and this has upended his entire life. So he may have to be in the condo an extra month, which delays everything and is painful for all involved. I spent this week cleaning out all of the stuff that meant something to me or other family members and am really ready to do the final work I need to do to get it cleaned out, repainted, and put on the market. I have the death certificates now, so I can at least start the process of accessing his annuity, which will get me through the period until I can put the condo on the market and allow me to pay back some of the massive expenses of this month, so that's something. But man.

I've been trying to live in a place of gratitude, but I'm so damned tired. I go back to work Monday and am not ready but have no more PTO and my colleagues who have been covering me really need a break. And it will be good to be with them and have that distraction. I'm just so tired.

And I picked up Dad's ashes today. And January can bite me.

Thanks for coming to my bitter-ass TED talk.

So I'm home. My keys were, indeed, in my non-travel purse. On my dresser. But I'm no longer quite as testy since I have animal snuggles and my own bed. It's all going to be okay. I know that. Just on the journey there.

I'm glad you're back in your lovely home, Pix. I hope you can rest and snuggle pets and just BE today and tomorrow before you head back in Monday.

One cause for celebration today is Laga's birthday! May the day include many treats and may the year to come be filled with delights.

Yay for being home! Although you may not be back to full energy I do think being back into the normal school routine will help.

DH is feeling better. I seem to have avoided the ick. I've had the windows and balcony doors wide open to keep fresh air flowing and keeping my distance. I love this time of year when that is an option.

You know what's best for your own mental health, Pix, but I don't think you have to be in a place of gratitude at the moment. You've had 63 bad and stressful things in a short period of time.

Happy Birthday, Laga!

Happy Birthday, Laga!

Thanks, Dana. That's fair. My bestie Becca and I are going to go to our local K Spa later this morning to recharge. I booked myself a scrub and massage. I can honestly say that I need this.

I have accepted that J is going to need to be in the condo another month. South Florida landlords are the worst. I've given him a hard deadline of March 1 to be out.

I have accepted that J is going to need to be in the condo another month. South Florida landlords are the worst. I've given him a hard deadline of March 1 to be out.

That's more than fair, and it's good to have a hard date to plan around.

I went to the Edwardian Ball last night, which I expect most of you are familiar with. If is, of course, a celebration of Edward Gorey's work and aesthetic and not so much the reign of Edward VII (though, there's quite a bit of overlap).

Basically it's Victorian Steampunk fantastical, and something JZ and I always wanted to attend, but it was out of our reach financially. And then when we had the money other things (housebuying, cancer) precluded it.

My friend Jes is an artist and her work was shown in their galleries so she's on the Guest List for the first night, and I was her plus-one.

It was so fun and sumptuous, with everybody dressed exquisitely and the setting unbelievably grand (The Regency Ballroom): [link]

But, oh, I had such a huge pang in my heart that Jacqueline never got to go. It was so very much her aesthetic and she would've been giddy with it.

So this month I did two nights at the Bowie tribute (one with Matilda!) while hosting friends, two nights at Sketchfest (one with Matilda!) with Phil and Jennifer, one night at the Edwardian Ball, and I have upcoming shows on Monday (Red Room Orchestra plays the music from Twin Peaks with Kyle McLachan) and Tuesday (Red Room Orchestra plays the music from Harold and Maude). Those last two both at Great American Music Hall.

Phew. I don't think I've ever seen so many events in a month. People can stop worrying about San Francisco's doom spiral.