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Which Day?

It feels like two, real­ly. And Date Night was spent sor­ta gam­ing but most­ly clean­ing, which was a bit of a cheat. We both agreed to it, but it still is!

We slaved like good lit­tle mid­dle-Amer­i­cans all day and evening, clean­ing and declut­ter­ing and oth­er­wise get­ting thing done befo­ere Hope arrives! We’re so excit­ed! (And it’s stuff we need­ed to do any­one, but she’s the most pleas­ant kicik in the pants I’ve ever known.)

GAH! If the key­board made a loud sound at every type, it would have already been in flight. I hope this got to you in a read­able manner.

Gone Already?

Wow. This has been a very short week. I’m sure it doesn’t feel that way to my poor Sam, but it does to me. That’s what hap­pens when you sleep through most of it, I sup­pose. I’ve avoid­ed acknowl­edg­ing the pos­si­bil­i­ty that Katie AND I have mono, but I have the same symp­toms she does, and nei­ther of us are get­ting any better.

My dreams are increas­ing­ly weird. I have to think that I’ve slept so much that my brain is done with ordi­nary pro­cess­ing, so now it’s dredg­ing up All That Weird Shit. Increased hyp­n­a­gog­ic episodes, oh joy. I hate those!
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Still Thinging; Date Night

I am, in fact, still keep­ing up with Thing-a-Day! I need to go post over there, though. I do wish I could auto­mat­i­cal­ly cross-post, but if wish­es were fish­es and all that.

I stitched tonight while Sam and I gamed. I also wrote for a while, ear­li­er. Sam and I have recent­ly begun par­tic­i­pat­ing in a forum that does a great job of encour­ag­ing intro­spec­tion, and being a safe place in which to express one­self. It’s a pow­er­ful thing, and I’m in awe of the peo­ple who cre­at­ed and run it.
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How do you decide where to live?

Over the last two years, Sam and I have talked about mov­ing else­where. Geor­gia has almost no con­sumer pro­tec­tions for cit­i­zens, has a crap­py sup­port struc­ture for humans in just about every way you can imag­ine, and has law enforce­ment who don’t care to enforce laws unless you’ve got enough mon­ey to get their atten­tion. Essen­tial­ly, we want to live in a blue state, which means leav­ing the Bible belt. Cool­er weath­er would be nice, too. Less humid heat, at least, would be a relief.

We haven’t real­ly made plans, not want­i­ng to uproot Katie while she was in school and so on. There’s a lot of iner­tia, too, since I’ve been here all my life (except for the few years in Alaba­ma before my par­ents moved us to Atlanta). Sam was born here, and wasn’t thrilled with New York or New Jer­sey when he lived there. Our fam­i­lies are here, which means some­thing, even if we don’t see them that often.
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Happy Friday!

The girl is gone this week­end. I’m start­ing to feel like the house is just a place where she keeps her stuff and does her laun­dry! I sup­pose that’s nor­mal for any par­ent of an old­er teen, and good prac­tice for when she goes off to col­lege. It doesn’t mean that i have to like it, though!

Sam has been Mr. Pod­casty tonight, record­ing a round­table dis­cus­sion for some­one else’s show, then record­ing a new Square One episode with Bill Wal­ton. I’m tempt­ed to do a Fibrant Liv­ing again. It’s cer­tain­ly been long enough!

I have hopes of rear­rang­ing the liv­ing room to some extent tomor­row, to make the house more invit­ing for guests and make it eas­i­er to play the piano. I’m real­ly tempt­ed to reclaim the back bed­room as “office space,” but Sam will kill me if I ask him to move the big sofa again. I just have this feel­ing that as long as our com­put­ers are out here in the pub­lic area, we aren’t going to be very suc­cess­ful at keep­ing the pub­lic areas unclut­tered. I’d need a desk to move my com­put­er in there, though, or we’d need anoth­er table.

We real­ly, real­ly need to improve the light­ing in the liv­ing room. One of the torchiere lamps has a bro­ken switch, and we don’t real­ly have any task light­ing at all. I’d much pre­fer the sort of lamps that have those adjustable heads, so some point up and anoth­er points down at what­ev­er you’re read­ing or stitching.

Yep, I’m total­ly ran­dom tonight. This is Cyn on break­through meds. Whee!

I hate it when that happens

I had an entry almost com­plete­ly writ­ten, and it was good. Then I hit some­thing bad­ly with my numb hand, and my brows­er backed up a page. Now the entry is all gone. Yes, I should have saved some­time while writ­ing, but I was on a roll.

So you’ll have to set­tle for know­ing that I spent the day recov­er­ing from yes­ter­day but my body is still pis­sy at me. Oth­er­wise, I think the ACLU is very con­fused about what “pub­lic” means. Accord­ing to the APA, I am not myth­i­cal (which is a big relief), and researchers at the Uni­ver­si­ty of San Diego say that same sex rela­tion­ships may be health­i­er than oppo­site sex cou­plings. Final­ly, the Queen is firm­ly “low­er­ing the ‘chav’ fac­tor” at Roy­al Ascot, which is sure to make the world a far safer place. Or something.

Ohs noes, I have to get up in the morning!

I mean, like get up by a cer­tain time and be con­scious enough to dri­ve, which is unusu­al. Real­ly unusu­al, as I very sel­dom dri­ve. But the girl needs to go see the doc­tor, and she still sees a pedi­a­tri­cian because they’re eas­i­er to get in to see when you need to see them, and sick vis­its mean wait­ing and wait­ing in the lob­by. It would take way too much of Sam’s day to try to take off work to do it. So unless I just can’t, at all, it’ll be me. So no long entry tonight!