Just came over to check on Baltimore contingent. Happy to see that all are well.

Yes, me too.

In short, Simon is a completely fuckhole and failure as a father and human being.

I had much the same thing happen with my father refusing to help pay for my college because he "wasn't consulted" (I took the best scholarship available & he hadn't expressed interest in the process (luckily my mom was & is healthy)). It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and I ended up fully cutting contact with him years later. I hope Simon sees how terrible his behavior is ASAP.

I hope Simon sees how terrible his behavior is ASAP.

This, but ... it somehow seems so easy for people to be shitty humans. But it's even easier to be kind!

Today has sucked in any number of ways, the first being waking up to the terrifying news about Baltimore. I'm so glad all our Balmeristas are safe.

I have therapy (online, not my first choice) with a new guy at 4 pm. At least he will be there/here? The earliest I can get a neurologist (who takes my insurance) to see me is ... February 2025. I give up.

In semi-related news, if I have any energy left when the therapy session is over, I'm going to urgent care to see if I broke a rib on Friday. Wheee.

Ugh, Amy! That is a lot. The day needs to take a turn for the better.

This, but ... it somehow seems so easy for people to be shitty humans. But it's even easier to be kind!

Right? And, like, feels better? I mean...

Yeah, the guy's an asshole, sounds heartless, is risking his relationship with his daughter, and I'm guessing is a total hypocrite who has been the beneficiary of some help somewhere in his life. Asshole.

Also, WTH, Amy, that's a YEAR away! Unreal. Also, hi!

David, sending random stranger support vibes to Lola and her mom.

DH is doing great - much better today after last night's post-surgery pain. Very much under control today. Tomorrow, he starts on clear liquids, and if he tolerates those well, he could come home tomorrow, or possibly Thursday. Jolly Ranchers and black coffee were today's treat, and all went well. I also got to see his surgeon (my old surgeon) today, and that was really nice. Such a good guy, and definitely a human I owe a lot, lot, lot of gratitude to.

(Edited to capitalize ranchers. I did not kidnap jovial cattlemen to feed to my recovering husband.)

Good to hear that the recovery is going well. It must ease your mind to have that level of confidence in the surgeon.

Simon is being such a dick.(Why must there always be someone to make horrible things worse?!) In a perfect world, I could shake him till the money came out. But, of course, if the world were that perfect, maybe it could always be Lola's job anyway.)

I did not kidnap jovial cattlemen to feed to my recovering husband.

I find this somewhat disappointing.

My friend Jes is here and is beginning the decorative painting on the back steps. Imagine art nouveau vines and flowers.

Wow. Simon's a piece of fucking work.

In semi-related news, if I have any energy left when the therapy session is over, I'm going to urgent care to see if I broke a rib on Friday. Wheee.

Fingers crossed that it's just a bone bruise (Paul had one from a playground injury years ago when Squeak was little--he really thought he'd broken it from how much it hurt, but apparently, that's not as common.)

Simon is clearly the worst.

In mememe news, I'm trying to decide whether to grow out my hair to its natural color, which the roots suggest might be on the peppery side of salt and pepper. But I'm afraid doing so would make me look older than I'm ready for, and I've had artificially chestnut-to-auburn hair so long it just feels like my real hair. I have a cut-and-color appointment on Thursday, and I'm thinking of asking my stylist to try to match my original dark brown as a sort of intermediate step.

I'll listen to any and all advice. Part of me is looking forward to having so much gray hair I can dye it fun bright colors without all the hassle and hair damage of bleaching it, and when my mom was maybe 10-15 years older than I am now she had the most beautiful silver hair you ever saw. But I don't think I'm in either of those places yet. I know I want a change, but I'm not sure what.

Condolences to shrift and lisah.

I thought I had more to say but by the time I caught up I lost it.