Mashed taties: I have reached the age where I get legit excited about a new pill case. I like the round ones.

I have reached the age where I get legit excited about a new pill case.

I got one for travel that makes me super happy: [link]

Ooo. Immediately saved to wishlist.

It’s a good thing that I only ate a bit of the mashed potatoes. They haven’t been rejected outright but there’s a lot of grumbling happening. I went all out and added a couple spoons of unsweetened applesauce on top.

Your poor tum!

WOO! I HAVE FINISHED THE HORRIFYING TASK OF BOOKING THE LAST OF THE ROOMS FOR OUR UK TRIP.

I had hit peak overthinking towards the end there.

Uuuuuuugh. Had an appointment Sunday to get phone battery replaced. They told me to wait and come back when they had a replacement phone just in case. Ok fine. Drove here tonight through like 45 minutes of traffic (no idea why) and they say. Ok cool we can have it for you by 10am tomorrow. Maybe 8pm when we close tonight, you can check in then. So do I (a) drive home (possibly through shitty traffic) and drive back tomorrow after work and be without my phone all day or (b) wait around at this mall for an hour and a half and possibly get my phone (or possibly not)??? If I stay I might get my phone and will probably do the same as I would at home (read on this iPad, eat dinner). But might stay for nothing. Aaaaargh.

It worked out, though felt hella awkward—I came back a few minutes before they closed and the girl said she’d go look and see, and then they were closing and she hadnt come back, so someone else went, and eventually they were like “well it’ll be about 15 more minutes but you’re here so you might as well wait”. So I ended up sitting in the store for 30 minutes after they closed, while they cleaned up and stuff, but eventually got my phone! Whew!! And now the battery should last more than half the day.

So I ended up sitting in the store for 30 minutes after they closed, while they cleaned up and stuff, but eventually got my phone! Whew!! And now the battery should last more than half the day.

Huzzah! Well waited!

I must say my current iPhone has so much more battery life than the previous iteration.

May battery life disappear in the rearview mirror just like slow dial up connections and spinning hourglasses icons.

I had long involved bizarre dream last night and I’m weirdly emotional this morning. Might be unrelated, but anxiety sure is up and the anxiety is definitely linked to both dream and emotional state, if not the cause of both.

Core of dream was high school gradation, college graduation or reunion event, and Buffy event anniversary. All on same day. Me being involved in all, despite not being a younger me. Dream logic is wibbly wobbly timey wimey at best. So despite me graduating hs the same day as college and as an over-middle aged person making zero sense, that was what was happening(I’m guessing this is due to all the graduations posts and activities I am seeing on social media and around town). Also odd I was clear in my dream that I had already graduated hs. In fact, one of the conversations I had in the dream was wanting to know my class rank. I knew I had not worked as hard as I had when I first went through hs (I am guessing this is subconscious stress about professional certification test I need to take in next week that I am unprepared for).

There was lots of other stuff, but the most important was that ita was there. And despite her being there and having some interaction I was also aware in the dream that she had passed and unlike other people in the dream I could not hug her.

I need a nap already.

Dreams are so weird like that, with people who are gone. I had one, too, that has left me weirdly emotional.

Last night i dreamed that i woke up and my family had arrived to help me move in, including my brother, father, sister (not speaking to me), a couple random aunts and uncles, and my mother (deceased last year) and her mother (deceased fifteen years, Alzheimer's for ten before that).

My grandma kept falling and it was supposed to be funny somehow. I knew she and my mom were really dead and I wasn't sure who else could see them, but I didn't want to say anything out loud in case they disappeared.

Also, of course, I was not fully dressed and was totally unprepared and for some reason my parents brought both dogs and a new pitbull puppy named Pistachio.

This morning I went and got my tools from my old job, came home and a friend helped me organize for a couple hours. She's gone and I am shaky and sweating. But i went through my craft stash pretty ruthlessly and now have a space for stuff i will need in the first three weeks.

I just have to actually pack the stuff.

I hereby declare Buffista nap time.