That makes four meetings I have missed in two weeks because I just literally forgot they were happening. Thankfully they are spread across work, doctor appts, and choir stuff so only I am aware of what an overall fuckup I am right now. The burnout + perimenopause brain fog is killing me.

I had never heard of her and now I am a FAN. What a romp!!!

Right under the wire! Happy birthday to my birthday twin @akaharriet.bsky.social . Try not to Gosling too close to the sun!

A good, if depressing, thread.

I have invited people to my house tomorrow which is great except now I'm looking around my house and ... oh no.

You should definitely watch The Nice Guys and then you should definitely read this fic.

Did I get a sunburn while gardening yesterday? Yes. Am I sitting in the sun again today? Yes. Have I put on sunscreen? ...No. Why am I like this? (The answer is that sunscreen feels grossssss on my skin but also it saves me from skin cancer so I should use it I GUESS.)

I got so little accomplished this weekend but also it rained a lot and there was a cat and I did buy cute, striped searsucker pants? And made mother's Day brunch! So really, I did THE MOST.

Boston Odyssey: making stops at every Dunkin in New England until you get home.

I was talking in therapy today about how long it's been since I NEEDED to write - since I would have an idea and just get lost in it and have to write it down. And then on my way home today I missed my exit because I was trying to figure out how to turn an idea into an actual story!

the back!!!!!

And this omggggggggggg

Another LEWK!

I don't even know who this is, but the big girls K I L L E D it at the Met Gala.

Going to a professional development day on Leading Through Ambiguity - very interested to see if these folks have figured that out, because I sure didn't at my previous job! (Though that was more Leading In Spite Of This Asshole.)

Spent my whole drive to work wondering if I had forgotten to put on deodorant. Nope - I had just lost two burger king onion rings out of my dinner bag last night and they spent the evening perfuming my car.

I am incandescent with rage.

I know there are worse things than a head cold, but I have a head cold so I can't think of any.

Well, the last episode of S2 absolutely delivered 100% of the fan service I, myself, was seeking. Off to weep gently for a few hours! #ThePitt

Spoiler: I ended up leaving work at 9:30am and coming home to sleep for four hours. My boss, when I popped my head in her office to tell her I was leaving: "Oh, you got the cold! Everyone's had the cold."

I'm feeling sickly in the sort of way where I know a long nap would fix most of it, but I have to go sit at my desk instead. I do like working in person! I really do! But hybrid had its upsides, including lunchtime naps.

So happy for the people of Hungary right now!!!!!! Still not sure what my country will look like after another three years of this administration, but I'm going to keep fighting and keep voting because... what else is there?

It was 60 degrees yesterday so I opened my office window. I then completely forgot to CLOSE it so it is quite chilly in here this morning.

Can I just quit my job and talk to people about medieval history? I don't want a job in that, I just want to do it for fun while eating meals and going on walks. But not to work. No work, just history and pals.

"Moon's haunted"

Thing 1: I am sick with a dumb cold and I hate it. Thing 2: new(ish) job is okay but also I have so little gumption to do any work at all ever that I am nervous I have lost the ability to be productive entirely and forever. Thing 3: I do have a therapist now, finally.

What if I just didn't today?

We already HAD good digrams of shoulder anatomy. We already HAD working internet search engines. Generative AI's main use case is to un-solve a solved problem.

Finished Deadloch S2 last night and oh my god, what a fucking beautiful show. Hilarious and queer as fuck and also it's a cop show that hates cops????? If you like queer shit and don't mind the most creative profanity ever written, watch it.

The hottest spot in my tiny town on a Sunday morning is the little bakery that only sells donuts on Sundays from 8-noon. Everyone in town is here!

I am drinking wine alone in our local pub, waiting on a pal, about to eat a giant salad and some tater tots before heading off to see Project Hail Mary. I wish all days could be like this day.

Fun fact: Apparently I have been mispronouncing Shawn Hatosy's last name since The Faculty.

So many things about both Nicky and Xander were problematic as fuck, but this one hurts my heart. I hope he's at peace, after so much pain.

Home! I have eaten a sandwich and had some tea and am sitting with a cat on my lap.

Woo hoo, just decided to not be a hero and take the pre-op drug that makes you zen tf out and not I feel like a wine mom at a spa. So chill!! Just sleepy and happy.

I worked very hard to eat filling stuff last night (egg-based meal, then nine pm pasta, then a midnight protein shake) so I would not be super hungry before my 2pm outpatient surgery and it is 9am and I am SO HUNGRY, this day is going to suck so bad.

I made crispy shallots the Chrissy Tiegan way (holla, microwave!) and she is right - you must do 30 second intervals at the end because there is only a SLIVER of time difference between not-quite-done and quite overdone. Sigh.

Rec me some good documentaries. (Short series good too.) Something you still think about, or one that gave you Big Feelings, or one that made you irrationally happy that someone made this weird film. Anything from murder docs to Bathtubs Over Broadway, my tastes are wide and varied!

Potoooooooo was an 18th-century British racehorse whose name was pronounced like “Potatoes” (Pot-eight-Os). [en.wikipedia.org]

I am so fucking embarrassed to live in a country where we are tracking the success of a war where we have already killed a whole bunch of children VIA GAS PRICES. That is the metric on the CNN homepage?! Jfc, what a moral failure. #uspoli

I am caught up on #thepitt and my fucking FACE when I saw that Shawn DIRECTED that emotional torture scene, Jesus CHRIST.

I need to go to sleep - my sleep music is on and my screen is in bedtime mode and I am IN BED, and I LOVE SLEEPING, so why am I being weirdly oppositional rn? Is it because of the time change and also being back at work after a week of island vacation? Probably. But COME ON, BRAIN. Sleep is great!

If I was a motivated person, I would spend this unexpected 3 hour airport delay writing fiction. Instead I will probably re-read a comfort book and slowly eat this burrito bowl.

Post a pic you took, no context, to bring some zen to your feed

Sometimes I dream about going back to city life (delivery! shows! no shoveling!) and then three pals in a row post about noises their apartment neighbors are making and I think I'll stay in the country for a little while longer. (Sorry pals, hope you get quiet soon!)

I now feel terrible bitching about my measly six inches of snow last night. Holy crap, Atlantic coasters - crossing my fingers for all your electricity!

It snowed enough in the night that I must Deal With It and I have to do that soon because I am helping run an event and have to be somewhere at noon. But what if I just stayed in bed forever?

A common fictional narrative shows people with nonconforming identities finding self-acceptance in towns and cities. This #LGBTQHistoryMonth, archivist Lottie Wood explores how author E. M. Barraud found the opposite, through rural work and the Women’s Land Army. merl.reading.ac.uk/news-and-vie...

In case you're unaware, in the US if you're disabled from birth the only monetary support you can receive is SSI. SSI has a $2k asset/savings limit before they dock your benefits, and marriage cancels all benefits. See below numbers: beyond poverty numbers w/ no allowed addition. Eugenics in action.