For those who are in the battle against time zones: Timeshifter app worked for me.

Root canal achieved, and when I asked how it went, the doc said, "It actually looked better than expected, and I did the build while I was in there, so Dr. A will have a much easier time of it (rebuild/crown) than she was expecting. Nice! (I mean, I was awake for it; he just wasn't narrating as he went as some do.)

Toe feels better, and AZO and antibiotics seem to be working as advertised, so things are looking up!

Yay for no cancer results, askye.

Yay for pretty, new dresses... whenever they may come

I need food now.

Jeez, Jen, you are really going through it, top to bottom! I am glad things are looking up.

Phew, askye.

I found root canal's misery to be slightly...overhyped. Not that I want another one. But the dentist that wanted his chair back from the "big" room and made my disabled ass get up in the middle? Mean. Literally added insult to injury.

Woodpecker does not want to share the suet dough: [link]

Ouch, JenP, so sorry about all of the medical things happening at once (or at all!). Much health~ma.

Had an absolute lovely time with David today in SF. Saw some sights, had food, hit some stores, listened to music, got books and music (thanks to David), saw wonderful pictures of JZ.

Working on the after-work plans for tomorrow and the day after and where and what to see while I'm here. And in one week from now, I will get to hug my cat again and sleep in my own bed and shower in my own shower. The little things.

That IS a magnificent dress! I want.

Couldn’t sleep so I binged Dead Boy Detective Agency. Rewatched the first three and inhaled the rest. Dear self - please don’t let your pain get so bad that you have to skip work and watch eight hours of Telly while you desperately try to mitigate it, hmm? Which is what I’m trying to do with this new job but getting through the next month is going to be rough. I’m going to have to let go and let it be messy.

I hope the pain is something you can mitigate, smonster.

Shir was here all day while I tried to finish off my last responsibilities for the Memorial.

I was doing SO well getting the pictures printed up in collage posters and some full size shots on poster board and then...Walgreen called me back to say that my $150 order could not be completed because they ran out of paper. When will they get more paper? Saturday.

I can pivot to doing the single image posters at FedEx and try to finish the collage posters at another Walgreens, but I was like a half hour from having it all done and now it's several other hours and more difficult pickups.

Sylvie and Juliana have been absolute champs assisting me (you'll be unsurprised to find they're super competent and capable). But we found out today that the easels we wanted to rent for the event to hold up the pictures were...wildly expensive, not going to be delivered and hugely inconvenient.

There are backup plans, but my hopes to throw money at the problem and not have to deal with it are quashed.

It was fun having Shir to assist and show her around the neighborhood, and she helped me stay on task.

After I sent her back home I tried to pull together the music playlist and guess what? The music I was choosing began to affect my feelings.

It's almost as if music were designed to evoke emotional responses.

There was a moment of tears running down my face and a whole separate moment of sobbing. Because those particular songs are about very specific places with Jacqueline.

I'm looking forward to seeing so many beloved faces in the next few days.

Aww David. Yes music is tough. And I sorry so many stupid logistical things are being dumb too. Yay Sylvie and Juliana.

I leave in the morning (staying with a friend for a few days before) and am quite certain I will get to town and realize I only packed half of what I need somehow. But I am packed.

I'm looking forward to seeing so many beloved faces in the next few days.

David, you will get my biggest hug.

am quite certain I will get to town and realize I only packed half of what I need somehow. But I am packed.

I keep second-guessing myself on my obsessive packing list. Self, it is just a weekend! You will be clean and dressed. It's fine!