Made biscotti this afternoon and soon I will pack most of it up to mail to a friend. I won’t tag them here, but fully expect them to check their mailbox 6 times a day until it arrives.

When I bake I put my hair back in a Buff and that keeps it out of the batters but it also makes me look like Dracula’s sister around the hairline. I am unsure if this is bad or good.

Throw the book at him! Like literally.

Why don’t we just toss our hair about it?

Shocked, just shocked, I say! (not shocked)

My girlfriend who had lung cancer discovered and successfully removed when she attempted to get cleared for hernia surgery a few months ago just went into surgery for the hernia and I am taking shallow breaths until I get word she is okay.

Made a plan, iykyk.

Omg, I just saw a fb post from a cousin that is my age and included a very triggering photo of pregnancy loss of a 17th grandchild. They are part of a quiverfull cult and think this is all okay and gods work. It is not okay.

PATIO BUNNY!

Good morning! Slept perfectly and woke up actually looking rested. I’ve been staying up later, that is helping. I dreamed about Joanne, but I had troubling news about her condition yesterday. I’m glad she’s not coming home yet because I would be jumping back into her care and making myself upset.

Watching the sunset and dancing in my kitchen to St Paul and the Broken Bones after a soak is a 10/10.

I’m in the hot tub and wearing a swimsuit that is made out of fabric that smells like camping gear but I’m a sucker for ‘reversible’ as it’s two for the price of one but also instead of taking on air and giving me an extra boob the entire thing blows up and unties itself.

You’re not in jail, you are just in Sharon’s yard.

The guy with dementia has gone to bed for the day after announcing that he is never going to remove his new socks and I better not sneak in and steal them.

My favorite new to me band so far this year. @buffalohippie.bsky.social I wish I had a Time Machine to go back and grab some merch. youtu.be/VYthQq5ZwaA?...

My Joanne is not coming home today, they decided to keep her until next Tuesday. Neighbor girl wants to call off work tomorrow and go visit her, but I don’t have coverage and have to be home for an important phone call, plus it’s East Aurora, historically charming but the home of my enemies.

My son’s “other mother” aka his voice teacher has invited me to a party at her place next month and my son says this means 3 things: 1) She thinks I’m great 2) She thinks she can get me to sing 3) She wants me to bring a dessert 1&3 are fine, 2 is impossible.

Hey hey! Saw the doctors and got a decent report. I’m currently disease free with good blood counts/pretty T&B cells. I’ll continue regular labs and get a PET scan later this year unless something changes. I reported that I’m shedding less hair than I have in years.

The mobile version has me wanting to tease my hair.

He fell back into the car while getting out of the car and is now dancing around this treatment room trying to remove his socks without help and if he falls, I’m going back to the waiting area and reading a magazine. Outings are the worst part of this, I need to work on that.

I would like to speak to the manager of my daily horoscope.

Remember when he blocked all of us for thinking he was a bitch?

Good morning! Well that was a storm, I’m glad I had the yard work under control yesterday. I slept well, I know I dreamed but all that is fuzzy. The guy with dementia is up a little earlier than usual, but I’m taking him to an appointment this morning. I’ve started using a post it note system.

Boom comes the storm and over goes my recycle bins. I went outside to pick it up and feral cats were leaping across the yard.

Perfect.

“ 211 over 111, see I’m fine, my numbers are the same. “

My pool guy and his dog and his brother in law stopped by to tighten a leaking pipe and also to compliment my pool chemistry mastery and tell me my hair looks nice. I’m no longer ornery.

After getting my replacement Nespresso machine, I called their CS yesterday to have the serial # added to my account so I can use Wi-Fi for custom settings (I know how this sounds) and the guy was rude to me telling me that I was already connected and maybe stupid.

This delayed my lunch and now I’m ornery!

Here's my very human promise: no AI, not for me, not ever, never. It will never be in any writing you see from me. I'd sooner die.

Never Moving! (sound up)

Slow and steady. Back lawn is mowed. I prune and weed until I fill a bag and then I’m done. I’ll need bigger pruners to get at the rest of this rose bush, but it can wait. The helicopters have started to fall, I’ll mulch when they finish.

INTERRUPTED by Joanne’s family needing me, sigh. No surprises here.

Sir, I need you to chirp in time to the music.

Does Zofran and yard work cure unrelenting nausea? We are about to find out. It’s just too nice to not spend the day working on prettying things up.

A house sold on my block and closed ten weeks ago and the people are finally moving in today despite no visits or remodeling in these ten weeks and the neighborhood group chat of busybodies wants to know if they brought a lawnmower with them but my friend who was here yesterday has already

The barber remembered us, we have only been here once before. These pockets of humanity and kindness are so sweet and leave me on the brink of tears.

TOO SOON! My heart needs to heal up a little bit.

Happy Birthday to @ryancrowley.bsky.social , @subsequentseer.bsky.social and six other people that are in my life but not on social media. This includes my horrible sister who shouldn’t be bundled with such lovely people, so maybe she’s a changeling born on another day?

Good morning! Are we okay? Of course we are, we had a fun ride, made new friends, did that retro “Talking Proud” stuff. No bitterness about any of this, it was a joyful time. I slept pretty well. I was exhausted from a full day and lots of emotions.

Boo

I cannot and will not be disappointed.

These past 29 days have been amazing and abundant and have not been enough.

HAVE I NOT BEEN THRU ENOUGH

DAHLIN MY GOD

Rasmus Dahlin blows the roof off the barn 2-2 game

They scored as I carefully cut the tags off my Sabres bikini.

While Bluesky was down, I paddled a small boat through the silvery fog on a subterranean lake

I’m home from dinner with my kid and they can score a few now please Sabres.

Connor’s mustache hasn’t grown back since his show closed two days ago and it is freaking me out.