Today is the last step to wrap up Tim’s cancer treatment—since the tests were all clear, he can get the port removed! Begone, port!

That's great! Jacqueline never did get to have her port removed, or ring a bell.

I've got PIlates at noon and then I'm done for the week, though I have many onerous tasks this weekend including cleaning the Guinea Pig cage and doing taxes. Feh.

But at least I don't have a swarm of flies to contend with, just a sink full of Lutherans.

My friend Jes (the artist who's painting my back steps) works at Booksmith and she's also in a Drag Troupe (The House of Cream). So she's been producing drag shows at the bookstore once a month, and it was really fun last night.

I've gotten to know a young couple at Alembic, Rowan and Sebastian, and they always go to the shows, but Sebastian was delayed by work so I got to hang solo with Rowan for a bit which I loved as she's very smart and cool and funny. We're starting to bond!

After the show I walked her home (as she was a little tipsy) and it's just around the corner off Haight Street. She and Sebastian gave me the tour of their place where they've gone All In on Wm. Morris wallpaper and maximalist design.

Rowan is turning 30 this year, on 6/27 (JZ's birthday - and one day before mine) and invited me to the party. Then I realized that Emmett is turning 30 this year. And Jes is 32.

I'm hanging out with a lot of people half my age, is what I'm saying.

What -t said!

Good to see the SCOTUS do something right.

I'm taking MIL to SIL's house tonight for a couple days, and if the universe has any regard for me, perhaps for the next week until she can go home. I am grateful we have been able to help with her transition to home, but she is seriously high maintenance. Manipulative. If I criticize, she will cry and have a tantrum. It is exhausting. This morning, I "accidentally" left for the dog park without getting her coffee, and amazingly, in the 45 minutes I was gone, she got it herself. I've been trying to be less available, but it is a challenge. Of course, at SIL's, she has 11 and 5-year-old grandchildren who will be fetching things for her.

She keeps asking when she can go home or when she can drive. My answer remains the same: she has to do the physical therapy if she wants to be independent. We all know the day she gets home she will be planted in the recliner all day watching tv. We can only do so much.

Yikes Laura. Bravo for what you’ve done already!! (I know my sister put up with more taking care of our father than I ever would have)

Emmett is 30?? Dear god where does the time go??

I know, Meara. I end up talking with young activists a lot through work, but it's not quite the same as *hanging* with them.

Rowan and Sebastian

I feel like they each kept dating people until they got to someone with an acceptably cool name to go with their own. They sound like a couple in a fab piece of fiction. Also, hanging out with the youngs is a good thing for one's health and temperament, says my 88 y.o. aunt.