So…I am waiting here for the next call about the thing hanging out in my uterus, and I had my other appointment for the CT with the cardio-thoracic surgeon a little over an hour ago—dammit all, it’s really going and… Continue Reading →
Radio silence is usually a sign around here that things got taken off the rails a bit. Don has been madly searching for work but has been denied unemployment from both Colorado and Nebraska, something we hope one day gets… Continue Reading →
Seems those are the two choices most of us have. One of my less evolved friends, meaning one of my republican friends tried to tell me she got called racist because she asked for things to just go back to… Continue Reading →
So, I didn’t feel overly qualified to comment too much on race relations because I don’t have any problems with any races yet cannot claim I am not pretty privileged in terms of who I am and what I look… Continue Reading →
Well, the world is on fire. Seems to be something we can say every once in a while with a sort of frequency that is a bit uncomfortable. But there are good things too in the midst of the shit… Continue Reading →
Ugh, world. Why do you have to fuck with me universe–I feel so lucky as is it would seem teasing out extra is a definite risk. My most recent echo came to fuck me with a nice dose of holy… Continue Reading →
I am a slight superstitious, I guess you could say, because things sometime have a way of running off the lines of the paths I’ve tried to set up. Clearly this is not just something I am afflicted with right… Continue Reading →
I haven’t seen Don in 88 days as of today. I have been mostly alone since my birthday, which was the day he flew away to his new job. Today he is coming home and part of me was like,… Continue Reading →
So I am not sure I wrote about this really ever, but I did decide there were some cultures better prepared to cover the mouth and nose, and quite fashionably, so I got some hijabs. No, I definitely did. I… Continue Reading →
Yup and yup. I am maybe a week away from seeing Don so things are slowly coming together for us. By then it will be what–80 something days without seeing or touching anyone. Like I’ve told Don, the dog is… Continue Reading →
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