That sounds like a good step to focus on. Once you are relocated you will have that much more stability to make other decisions and figure out how to deal with your commute etc

What t said. Getting this out of the way sounds like it will make the rest easier.

Why are contractors so irresponsible about meeting you when you have driven 50 minutes to be there?

Yeah, that's never going to change, sorry to say.

E texted me and said he could play Sea od Thieves and he was telling me his summer plans.. which included celebrating his 6 month anniversary with his boyfriend! Which is thr first I've heard about this. And I'm glad he told me. He is worried about my dad rejecting him so he doesn't want Dad to know. And mom talks to Dad regularly and tells him almost everything so he isn't telling mom. Which sucks that he is worried Mom won't respect his wishes but I understand.

I did tell E that if dad ever says anything to hurt him or reject him I will cut Dad out of my life.

I'm glad you can be a safe person for him.

Back in NY. It's hotter here than it was in the rainforest.

E is lucky to have you as his aunt!

I wish I had a robot butler right now. I woke up at 330 am starving and all the food is downstairs and I don’t want to wake up Bob just to fetch me a snack (especially now that there’s no reason for him to wake up and make sure I’m ok getting to the bathroom).

Robot butler would be good for that situation. I was going to suggest a helper monkey but we probably want to let sleeping monkeys lie. I hope you got back to sleep or something

Aw to E. I'm glad he told you, and knew he could.

I should be quoting what I'm responding to, I suppose, but y'all know who I'm talking to, right?

Helper monkey seems like fun until suddenly it wouldn’t be. Hope you did not starve to death overnight Lisah! Time to start hoarding upstairs snacks and drinks?

Oh, I like meara's thinking!

lisah needs a snack basket. Or a minifridge. Or a dumbwaiter.

Or a helper monkey who travels by dumbwaiter. Why has that never been in a movie?

Or a Rube Goldberg contraption like Pee Wee's breakfast machine.

A tiny little train that chugs up the incline of the bannister and dumps Chex Mix into her mouth.

It's a glorious morning in San Francisco.

EM is coming over to do paperwork and listen to me complain about the great insurance switcheroo and my tedious travels through phone trees, then watch me give a two hour tour of the now cleaned nerdhole (all 40 square feet of it), and then lay out my Less Janky aesthetic and life plan.

My body is thoroughly stiff from yesterday's pilates and I've got another session at 2 today. Sore!

Today's goal: get my friend Betty's bday package in the mail. As you all know, getting things actually into the mail is about as difficult as free climbing the north face of El Capitan.

Schrodinger's Senator. snerk.