1. Why is it that you can throw anything into a martini glass and all of a sudden you have a martini? The other day a friend was telling me that I should go visit a particular restaurant in St. Paul and get a mango martini. Since when do you use a mango to make a martini? Martinis have olives, not mangos. (Mangoes? Whatever.) A mango is not an olive. Neither is chocolate, for that matter. I love me some dark chocolate Godiva liqueur, but if you put it into a martini glass with some other stuff, it's still Godiva liqueur. It's a fancy chick drink - but please don't call it a martini.
2. Why do people use their cell phones for long conversations in public? In the interest of full disclosure, I'll admit it: I HATE talking on the phone. I hate doing it at work and I hate doing it outside of work. If you know me at all, you know that I don't return phone calls and I only check my voicemail about once every three weeks. It's nothing personal. That said, you know how there are polls that say that just about everyone is annoyed by other people's cell phone conversations? If everyone is annoyed by it, then why does everyone do it? Here's my beef: everyone around you has no choice but to hear you. It's true that they don't have to *listen*, but your un-muffled words still enter into your neighbors' ear canals. And really - when I'm at Target or the grocery store or on the train or whatever, I have no interest in hearing about your last gyno exam. Neither does anyone else. If it's an emergency, that's another thing entirely. But please, please, please - don't use your phone in public just because you're bored. That's why God gave us iPods. And books, for that matter.
3. Why is it that I am a magnet for freaks? I have a part-time job in a bookstore, which is (most of the time) a lot of fun. However, the last time I was there, a guy with 2 teeth missing and a really odd gleam in his eye spent about 10 minutes telling me why I should join his trivia team. His reason boiled down to the fact that I'm a pretty girl with a nice rack. Classy. A few weeks ago, I was shelving in the travel section and asked a customer if I could help him find anything. Without missing a beat, he said "YOU might be the one I've been looking for." (I really wish I could go back and see the look on my face after he said that - it caught me *all* the way off guard.) The guy proceeds to start a conversation with me, and all of a sudden he knows my astrological sign ("I've always wanted to be with a scorpio. Do you consider yourself much of a scorpio?") and my phone number. (Yes, I gave him both pieces of information, but I think I was still reeling from being told I was the one he was looking for. Cut me some slack.) The guy texted me every day, several times a day, for the next week and a half, until I decided to cancel our date. I have to say I canceled mostly because I was worried he would follow me home from the restaurant.
But it's not just weird men at the bookstore. Once I was at the information desk and a woman came right up to me and said, "I want to see all the books you have on divorce in Minnesota. I'm especially interested in anything you can show me about getting what rightfully belongs to the wife after the husband signs the marital property over to the mistress, spends all the savings, takes out new debt under the wife's name, and turns the children against the wife." How does one respond to that?
And I can't forget the woman who put me on hold for a good 2 minutes. When she picked up again, I plunged in to telling her what I needed from her (a form) and where to get it (a website). I offered to walk her through the website in question to find the form she needed. She said that she couldn't go upstairs to the computer at the moment. I offered to e-mail her the form and she accepted. Then, she said that it wasn't a very good time to talk. She had been holding her dying cat when I called her. She said she put me on hold after the cat died and she had to take its body into another room. (Yes, this is a true story.) Two things about this interaction that I wish I understood: (A) Why pick up the phone when you're holding your dying cat? (B) Why resume a conversation and act as everything is normal, and then drop the bomb at the end?
But I digress.
4. Why is it that I would rather get a root canal than clean my house? I will talk to you on the phone until it's time for me to go to bed so I have an excuse not to clean. I'll clean my house when it's messy enough to bother me. I think I just have a higher tolerance for mess than most people. Call it a character flaw if you will, but I prefer to think of it as a charming idiosynchrasy. Still, I wish I'd gotten the neat-freak gene.
5. Why is it that no matter how hard I try, I can't stay up late? It seems that "night people" have a lot more fun than "morning people." How I wish I could join you. Believe me, I've tried. The other day a co-worker, M, was telling me about a show that would have been fantastic, except it was during the week and it didn't start until 10 or 11. I get to a point in the evening - usually it's around 10:15 or so - when I can feel my thoughts begin to congeal. Shortly after that, my eylids start to droop, I start to forget what I'm doing when I walk into a room, and it's generally chaos in my head until I get into bed. Since I'm not a night person, I choose to embrace the morning person in me. I've been called perky a time or two. I've also had my life threatened. Another co-worker, L, once told me that I was not allowed to talk to her until 10:00 a.m. or her third cup of coffee, whichever came later. Another thing I don't understand...where are all the morning people? Can't we start a colony somewhere and be all friendly and smiley and not have to feel like other people want to throw things at us? Sigh...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Let's talk politics.
As everyone who's not in a coma knows, today is Election Day. Here in Minnesota we've been enduring a long, drawn-out governor's race as well as one *extremely* high-profile contest for a seat in the US House of Representatives. The House race is said to be the most expensive one ever - something like $15 million dollars has been spent trying to buy one seat in Congress. I have no idea how much was spent, all told, on the governor's race. I know that Target Corporation caused a big hoopla over the summer when they donated $150K to the Republican candidate, and that the Democratic candidate spent a *ton* of his own money. And of course, there are the individuals who make small - and large - campaign contributions.
But let's just talk about the $15 million that has gone into the House race. Think about that for a minute: Fifteen. Million. Dollars. I don't know about you, but in my world, that's one hell of a lot of money.
I don't know enough about financing a campaign to take a stand on McCain-Feingold or any other election law, and I really don't want to debate any issues. But I have to wonder: how far would that $15 million go if it were put to any other cause? How far could a fraction of that money go?
What do the winners of the campaign - to say nothing of the losers - have to show for the money they spent? The winners get the power, I guess, but the losers? What do they have to show for all of the money they spent? The power is what makes politics so dirty...the whole "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" kind of thing makes me frustrated, but it's the nature of the beast that we've created. Another thing that frustrates me is all the vitriol in political discussions - but I'm digressing; that's another door for another day.
Pick your favorite charity - your church, your local humane society, a women's shelter, a food shelf, a scholarship fund, whatever strikes your fancy. Imagine the impact if they were the recipient of $15 million. Imagine how much good they could do if they received 1/15,000 of that.
I'm not taking a stand here, I'm just tossing out an idea: For the next election, let's give each candidate a cap on how much money can be spent on their campaign. The money can come from anywhere - public or private donations, individual and corporate donors - but no campaign is allowed to go over a certain dollar amount, in contributions OR expenditures. (That dollar amount would be WELL below the $15 million spent here.) This restriction would serve a few purposes:
Assuming that we don't have another Coleman / Franken debacle...
But let's just talk about the $15 million that has gone into the House race. Think about that for a minute: Fifteen. Million. Dollars. I don't know about you, but in my world, that's one hell of a lot of money.
I don't know enough about financing a campaign to take a stand on McCain-Feingold or any other election law, and I really don't want to debate any issues. But I have to wonder: how far would that $15 million go if it were put to any other cause? How far could a fraction of that money go?
What do the winners of the campaign - to say nothing of the losers - have to show for the money they spent? The winners get the power, I guess, but the losers? What do they have to show for all of the money they spent? The power is what makes politics so dirty...the whole "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" kind of thing makes me frustrated, but it's the nature of the beast that we've created. Another thing that frustrates me is all the vitriol in political discussions - but I'm digressing; that's another door for another day.
Pick your favorite charity - your church, your local humane society, a women's shelter, a food shelf, a scholarship fund, whatever strikes your fancy. Imagine the impact if they were the recipient of $15 million. Imagine how much good they could do if they received 1/15,000 of that.
I'm not taking a stand here, I'm just tossing out an idea: For the next election, let's give each candidate a cap on how much money can be spent on their campaign. The money can come from anywhere - public or private donations, individual and corporate donors - but no campaign is allowed to go over a certain dollar amount, in contributions OR expenditures. (That dollar amount would be WELL below the $15 million spent here.) This restriction would serve a few purposes:
- Instead of spending substantial amounts of money on political campaigns, corporations could save that money and invest in research and/or jobs
- If a certain campaign has already reached its contribution limit, an individual who wants to make a contribution to *something* can make that contribution to an organization that does some good that's more immediately tangible - think Second Harvest or Feed My Starving Children or a ministry at your church
- Less money = fewer commercials = SHORTER CAMPAIGN SEASON
Assuming that we don't have another Coleman / Franken debacle...
Saturday, October 23, 2010
The best-laid plans...and lots of baked treats
I started blogging with the intent of posting something every day for the last two weeks of October. That lasted exactly 3 days. Here I am again, almost a week after my last post, and I can't figure out where the last week has gone.
Well, I take that back. Monday night I worked at the bookstore; Tuesday night I got together with C; Wednesday I had a chiropractor appointment and then baked and did laundry; Thursday I had a chiropractor appointment and spent time with L, for a much-needed and long-overdue tune-up; and last night was yet another chiropractor appointment (thank you, guy who rear-ended me in July) and then hung out with C again. It was a busy week, but generally a good one. All week long I've been looking forward to today - partially because I would have some time to relax and to do all the stuff that I didn't get done during the week (like the rest of my laundry, shopping for the rest of my Halloween costume), but mostly because I was planning to go to a party this afternoon, and to another one this evening. Tomorrow I need to go to the office for a while, and I'll probably hang out with my big sis in the evening. Today was the more "off'" days of the weekend. The coming week will be similar to the past week, with time at the bookstore, lots of chiropractor appointments, time with different friends, a play, my birthday, and finally another party next weekend. Oh yeah, and my job.
Anyway, I made it through my crazy busy week to Saturday. I slept in, had some cat-snuggling time, ran a few quick errands, made my dish to share at the first party (cranberry-apple crisp) and got ready to leave the house...when I realized I had no idea where the party was. The host's address wasn't in the e-mail invitation...which I didn't notice until I tried to walk out the door. I sent the host an e-mail and a text message to a mutual friend to try to get the address. But an hour and a half later, the host of the party is (I assume) doing party-host things rather than checking her messages, and our mutual friend (who lives in another city and wouldn't be at the party, or even necessarily checking his phone) hasn't gotten back to me yet. Really, I think it's pretty funny.
Instead of using the time between now and my next party (a birthday dinner for a friend) to do anything that I really should get done (oh, laundry, how you vex me), I started baking again - cranberry chocolate chip cookies this time.
I just read over what I've written so far and noticed three things: One, I have a lot of good intentions. Two, I overschedule myself in a big way, and I think perhaps I should plan an "Amy-night" (or two) every week. Three, I really don't manage my time as well as I should.
I'm not sure if the poor time management is a function of the over-scheduling, or the over-scheduling is a function of poor time management. The good intentions result from wanting to do everything. Life's too short to spend it sitting around, and since I'm blessed with so many amazing people in my life, of course I want to spend my precious "free" time with them.
In any case, as much as I would have loved to see the people at the first party, maybe not going is what I needed today. Baking is my therapy - I do it when I'm crabby, tired, or emotionally worked over, or just when I feel like baking. It's calming, and it lets me focus on something that is orderly - which the rest of my life sometimes is not. Plus, I have something to show for the time I've spent. Most of the time I feel like I do a lot of running around. It's great and I'm generally pretty happy, but I have to wonder where my time goes. Today I know: I have cookies and apple-cranberry crisp to share with some lucky person(s).
I'm going to be realistic and acknowledge that I probably won't make the time to post every day between now and the end of October. I do enjoy it, but there have been days in the past week when it would have been one more thing to check off the list. Next week will be similar, if not worse. But it's my own doing, and I'm grateful for everything (except for perhaps being rear-ended...but whatever).
Well, I take that back. Monday night I worked at the bookstore; Tuesday night I got together with C; Wednesday I had a chiropractor appointment and then baked and did laundry; Thursday I had a chiropractor appointment and spent time with L, for a much-needed and long-overdue tune-up; and last night was yet another chiropractor appointment (thank you, guy who rear-ended me in July) and then hung out with C again. It was a busy week, but generally a good one. All week long I've been looking forward to today - partially because I would have some time to relax and to do all the stuff that I didn't get done during the week (like the rest of my laundry, shopping for the rest of my Halloween costume), but mostly because I was planning to go to a party this afternoon, and to another one this evening. Tomorrow I need to go to the office for a while, and I'll probably hang out with my big sis in the evening. Today was the more "off'" days of the weekend. The coming week will be similar to the past week, with time at the bookstore, lots of chiropractor appointments, time with different friends, a play, my birthday, and finally another party next weekend. Oh yeah, and my job.
Anyway, I made it through my crazy busy week to Saturday. I slept in, had some cat-snuggling time, ran a few quick errands, made my dish to share at the first party (cranberry-apple crisp) and got ready to leave the house...when I realized I had no idea where the party was. The host's address wasn't in the e-mail invitation...which I didn't notice until I tried to walk out the door. I sent the host an e-mail and a text message to a mutual friend to try to get the address. But an hour and a half later, the host of the party is (I assume) doing party-host things rather than checking her messages, and our mutual friend (who lives in another city and wouldn't be at the party, or even necessarily checking his phone) hasn't gotten back to me yet. Really, I think it's pretty funny.
Instead of using the time between now and my next party (a birthday dinner for a friend) to do anything that I really should get done (oh, laundry, how you vex me), I started baking again - cranberry chocolate chip cookies this time.
I just read over what I've written so far and noticed three things: One, I have a lot of good intentions. Two, I overschedule myself in a big way, and I think perhaps I should plan an "Amy-night" (or two) every week. Three, I really don't manage my time as well as I should.
I'm not sure if the poor time management is a function of the over-scheduling, or the over-scheduling is a function of poor time management. The good intentions result from wanting to do everything. Life's too short to spend it sitting around, and since I'm blessed with so many amazing people in my life, of course I want to spend my precious "free" time with them.
In any case, as much as I would have loved to see the people at the first party, maybe not going is what I needed today. Baking is my therapy - I do it when I'm crabby, tired, or emotionally worked over, or just when I feel like baking. It's calming, and it lets me focus on something that is orderly - which the rest of my life sometimes is not. Plus, I have something to show for the time I've spent. Most of the time I feel like I do a lot of running around. It's great and I'm generally pretty happy, but I have to wonder where my time goes. Today I know: I have cookies and apple-cranberry crisp to share with some lucky person(s).
I'm going to be realistic and acknowledge that I probably won't make the time to post every day between now and the end of October. I do enjoy it, but there have been days in the past week when it would have been one more thing to check off the list. Next week will be similar, if not worse. But it's my own doing, and I'm grateful for everything (except for perhaps being rear-ended...but whatever).
Monday, October 18, 2010
Day three - short and sweet
I'm so excited that I've only been blogging for three days and I have seven followers already! Even if you don't read everything I post, you're a HUGE boost to my ego. Thank you!
It's been a long day today - left the house at 7:30 this morning and got home a little before 10 this evening. I was at both jobs today and my body is tired.
When I was in my 20s, I worked 40 hours a week at one job, 20 - 25 at another, and for quite a while, my commute was 38 miles one way. Now that I'm in my thirties, I work 40-ish hours at one job, and FOUR hours a week at my second one. My commute is about 40 minutes, and for all but about five of those 40 minutes I'm sitting down, usually reading a book. But for some reason my long days just take it out of me.
I wonder what happened. I hate to think that this is just the natural progression of aging - that the older I get, the less I'll be able to tolerate long days. I hope that I'm just out of practice. I have a birthday coming next week and I'm not excited about it at all - maybe because I'm starting to feel like I'm old.
I think what I should do is get myself back into practice. I should start going out more during the week, and exercising more regularly, and stuff like that. Instead of turning a year older next week, I'm going to suspend things.
But in the meantime, I'm ready for bed...
It's been a long day today - left the house at 7:30 this morning and got home a little before 10 this evening. I was at both jobs today and my body is tired.
When I was in my 20s, I worked 40 hours a week at one job, 20 - 25 at another, and for quite a while, my commute was 38 miles one way. Now that I'm in my thirties, I work 40-ish hours at one job, and FOUR hours a week at my second one. My commute is about 40 minutes, and for all but about five of those 40 minutes I'm sitting down, usually reading a book. But for some reason my long days just take it out of me.
I wonder what happened. I hate to think that this is just the natural progression of aging - that the older I get, the less I'll be able to tolerate long days. I hope that I'm just out of practice. I have a birthday coming next week and I'm not excited about it at all - maybe because I'm starting to feel like I'm old.
I think what I should do is get myself back into practice. I should start going out more during the week, and exercising more regularly, and stuff like that. Instead of turning a year older next week, I'm going to suspend things.
But in the meantime, I'm ready for bed...
Sunday, October 17, 2010
If you wanna kiss the sky...
I love quotes. For years, my favorite quote was "In the depth of winter, I finally learned that in me there lay invincible summer," from Albert Camus. That resonates with me on so many levels. I live in Minnesota, so I spend a hell of a lot of time in the depth of winter. But summer always returns - and what invincible summers we have! More philosophically, as someone who's prone to...well...melancholy, it's good to know that the internal summer is there, somewhere, waiting and willing to come out. I've been trying to nurture the internal summer lately, with varying degrees of success. But it is invincible. My internal summer will always vanquish the winter in the long run.
"Stories and cigarettes ruin lives of lesser girls" - Pete Yorn, in the song "Strange Condition." I have no idea why I like this line so much. Maybe because Pete Yorn is hot and I totally want to have his children. Maybe because the song it comes from is so sexy. I have no idea. No philosophy on this one; I just like it.
"All we really need to be happy is something to be enthusiastic about" - Charles Kingsley. This is one I can really get behind. Look at the happy people you know (OK, maybe just the people who are in a good mood), and they have at least one thing in common: they're excited about something. I think I need to find a subject for enthusiasm before the work week starts again. (Wish me luck.)
"If you wanna kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel" - U2, from "She Moves in Mysterious Ways." This is another one that sticks with me on lots of levels. It reminds me to start with baby steps; that life is really, really big; that it's important to have gratitude. Plus, the song just makes me want to get up and dance.
"You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think" - Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh. This affirmation makes me smile on the inside. It's the kind of thing I'd like to paste on my bathroom mirror so I could look at it every single day, except I know someone would come over and think I was some kind of weirdo for having that on my bathroom mirror. Really. So in my head it stays.
Words are fascinating to me. The words one chooses (or doesn't choose) to make a statement can be almost as meaningful as the statement itself. I don't know if anything I say (or write) will ever be quoted as philosophy for the ages, but think about it for a minute: how cool is it that we have all these words in the English language? And that the words can be combined in an infinite number of ways to say an infinite number of things about an infinte number of thoughts?
Think about your favorite quote, or song lyric, or poem, or whatever. Would it say the same thing if even one of the words were different? I think one of the reasons I like these quotes so much is because I can't imagine them with other words. They seem so perfect the way they are.
I think I'm going to enjoy this blogging thing...
"Stories and cigarettes ruin lives of lesser girls" - Pete Yorn, in the song "Strange Condition." I have no idea why I like this line so much. Maybe because Pete Yorn is hot and I totally want to have his children. Maybe because the song it comes from is so sexy. I have no idea. No philosophy on this one; I just like it.
"All we really need to be happy is something to be enthusiastic about" - Charles Kingsley. This is one I can really get behind. Look at the happy people you know (OK, maybe just the people who are in a good mood), and they have at least one thing in common: they're excited about something. I think I need to find a subject for enthusiasm before the work week starts again. (Wish me luck.)
"If you wanna kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel" - U2, from "She Moves in Mysterious Ways." This is another one that sticks with me on lots of levels. It reminds me to start with baby steps; that life is really, really big; that it's important to have gratitude. Plus, the song just makes me want to get up and dance.
"You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think" - Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh. This affirmation makes me smile on the inside. It's the kind of thing I'd like to paste on my bathroom mirror so I could look at it every single day, except I know someone would come over and think I was some kind of weirdo for having that on my bathroom mirror. Really. So in my head it stays.
Words are fascinating to me. The words one chooses (or doesn't choose) to make a statement can be almost as meaningful as the statement itself. I don't know if anything I say (or write) will ever be quoted as philosophy for the ages, but think about it for a minute: how cool is it that we have all these words in the English language? And that the words can be combined in an infinite number of ways to say an infinite number of things about an infinte number of thoughts?
Think about your favorite quote, or song lyric, or poem, or whatever. Would it say the same thing if even one of the words were different? I think one of the reasons I like these quotes so much is because I can't imagine them with other words. They seem so perfect the way they are.
I think I'm going to enjoy this blogging thing...
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Today's the day.
I've been thinking about starting a blog for several months. I have thoughts, I have stuff to say, and here's a perfect little forum. People can either read my thoughts or not, and I get to stay the stuff I have to say. Nice.
This morning, I learned that there's something going on called NaWriBloMo - at least I think that's what it is. A couple of my friends who blog are taking the opportunity to blog every day for the entire month of October. I wish I'd known about it in advance. Well, today I start.
Welcome to IWriBlo2Wee. For the remainder of the month, I will write *something* on this blog every day. That is my intention, anyway.
Here are my thoughts at the moment:
There are some days when I really wish I had a family. There are other days, like today, when I'm grateful that I can curl up under a blanket in my sunny pink bedroom and read a book and snuggle with my cat. My Saturday is mine: I don't have to do anything unless I decide I want to. Selfish? Maybe. Do I care? Um, no.
The last ... oh ... six months or so have gotten to me. Work ... well, blogging about work is generally frowned upon. I understand why, so I won't say much here beyond this: work is nuts. I'm not getting enough sleep, largely because I wake up in the middle of the night feeling tense about my job and the atmosphere in my office. For the past week, every single time I've stretched, or even shrugged my shoulders, I've felt - and heard - muscles and tendons and God-knows-what-else popping and cracking in my body. I have headaches. My hair is falling out, and I'm breaking out in eczema in various places on my body because of stress (read: frustration). So I'm tense.
There's been stupid nonsense in my personal life, too. Really - who gets rear-ended, and then six weeks later gets t-boned? Then, 3 days after getting the car back, gets a flat tire? The answer: me. They're minor inconveniences, yes, but it feels like someone, somewhere, is trying to tell me something. Here is my message to whoever: You have my attention. Please, please, please be clear about what it is I'm doing wrong, and I will change it.
Anyway, instead of being all negative about it, I'm going to focus on the positive. I have a job with great benefits. There are changes coming in how my organization does business, but in general, I will be pretty safe. In the past month I've been blessed with a new - and interesting and hilarious - cube-mate. The car nonsense has prompted me to walk more, which I've needed, both physically and mentally. I have a cat who is independent but still loves to snuggle, which is just what I need.
Today's positive? That as soon as I post this, I can go back to my room, read a book in my sunny bedroom, and take a nap. Ahhh...peace.
This morning, I learned that there's something going on called NaWriBloMo - at least I think that's what it is. A couple of my friends who blog are taking the opportunity to blog every day for the entire month of October. I wish I'd known about it in advance. Well, today I start.
Welcome to IWriBlo2Wee. For the remainder of the month, I will write *something* on this blog every day. That is my intention, anyway.
Here are my thoughts at the moment:
There are some days when I really wish I had a family. There are other days, like today, when I'm grateful that I can curl up under a blanket in my sunny pink bedroom and read a book and snuggle with my cat. My Saturday is mine: I don't have to do anything unless I decide I want to. Selfish? Maybe. Do I care? Um, no.
The last ... oh ... six months or so have gotten to me. Work ... well, blogging about work is generally frowned upon. I understand why, so I won't say much here beyond this: work is nuts. I'm not getting enough sleep, largely because I wake up in the middle of the night feeling tense about my job and the atmosphere in my office. For the past week, every single time I've stretched, or even shrugged my shoulders, I've felt - and heard - muscles and tendons and God-knows-what-else popping and cracking in my body. I have headaches. My hair is falling out, and I'm breaking out in eczema in various places on my body because of stress (read: frustration). So I'm tense.
There's been stupid nonsense in my personal life, too. Really - who gets rear-ended, and then six weeks later gets t-boned? Then, 3 days after getting the car back, gets a flat tire? The answer: me. They're minor inconveniences, yes, but it feels like someone, somewhere, is trying to tell me something. Here is my message to whoever: You have my attention. Please, please, please be clear about what it is I'm doing wrong, and I will change it.
Anyway, instead of being all negative about it, I'm going to focus on the positive. I have a job with great benefits. There are changes coming in how my organization does business, but in general, I will be pretty safe. In the past month I've been blessed with a new - and interesting and hilarious - cube-mate. The car nonsense has prompted me to walk more, which I've needed, both physically and mentally. I have a cat who is independent but still loves to snuggle, which is just what I need.
Today's positive? That as soon as I post this, I can go back to my room, read a book in my sunny bedroom, and take a nap. Ahhh...peace.
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