Hec, please hug Jen for me. It was so good to see her in May, and I was very glad it happened before my world fell in.

Hugs shall be distributed in a glorious spree of affection.

One of the tiny virtues of having the Garden Apartment is that I can relocate mugs down there so I don't have to look at them, they don't have to take up all my cabinet space and I don't have to decide which ones to get rid of.

The attic serves much the same function except for papers.

Oat bran: Sleeping on clean sheets! Recommend! Five Stars.

No kidding, Hec. Kind of jealous of the Bay Area catpile thing, even though...okay, like, I'm not really ice-maidenly enough not to like spontaneous affection, but as many an old joke would have it, I'd like some notice first. Frustrated with some of my comrades because, although hope is great, and godspeed to anybody holding theirs at this precise moment, because mine is more what Mary Karr would call "double-dog fuck you" than any delicate thing with feathers that comes and sits on your fingers and whatnot(well, okay, maybe a middle finger, heh.) but I hate how often I feel like I have to tell them how performative a lot of disability politics is. The House Disability caucus? Not a real entity, as far as I can tell. It may be a sham. a sham with ham.(Because I'm pretty sure a bunch of halfway nice-for-DC people had some lunch, and *never thought about it again,ever* which I didn't want to believe 2 and a half years ago either, but...you know.) Life is making me pay for my dreamy girlhood by making me be the shitty neighbor who reveals santa isn't real over and over again. Do not like.

I can see how not fun that would be, erika, and yet... reality is something people must face, so, honestly, good on you for being the reality bringer.

I was doing great with mugs for a couple of years, but we seem to have had some ceramic canoodling action over the last year or so.

Sending ease of packing vibes, Dana.

And Hec reminded me that I forgot to change the sheets yesterday. Adding to today's list.

And Hec reminded me that I forgot to change the sheets yesterday. Adding to today's list.

Not every housecleaning job has a gratifying reward, but changing your sheets definitely does.

How on earth are people with anxiety supposed to write self-evaluation statements? My actual honest self-evaluation would be brutal, but I know that's not what they want. I need to be honest, but also make myself look good, and my brain is not built that way.

ChatGPT, Hil? Use what you’ve used before but remix it? Have a friend/colleague tell you nice things you can put, either about you or that they’ve used?

I mean generally at work I feel like I am absolutely not doing my 100% best…but I also usually feel like my 75% is better than most people are doing anyway (whether that’s their 100 or their 75 or their 25 I don’t know)

We had a wonderful mini vacation, despite the weather not being cooperative. I’m lounging today but feeling more relaxed than I have in ages.

A lot of my evaluations from students are like, "Did you learn a lot? Yes. Was the professor good at explaining the material? Yes. Was the course structured well? Yes. Did the assessments measure what you learned in class? Yes. Were your questions answered promptly? Yes. Did you like the professor? No." And I just don't know how to explain that other than, "I guess they think I have bad vibes or something?"

So now I'm going through each course I taught, and taking notes of "stuff that worked well that students liked" and "stuff that I can see was an issue, and how I'm planning on fixing it in the future," and I'll work from there.

Have a friend/colleague tell you nice things you can put, either about you or that they’ve used?

I did have a colleague observe one of my classes and write a letter that I can include in my portfolio, and he seemed to think I was doing great.