I got a C- at grandmothering today and Owen was so bored he fell asleep and Gibson was so...something...he never did and I just followed them around and when they'd yell, "MerMer!" I'd say, "Yes, what? I'm right here. Snacks? Juice? What? Yes. I am Superman. You are Batman. Gibson is Spider Man. Yes. Yes. Yes."
Owen and I tried to play a Dr. Seuss matching game which was a huge failure. HUGE.
My white bean chili is white bean soup.
I'm tired. My pain that I thought maybe just maybe I'd found an answer for in the form of CoQ 10 because my pain levels over the past few days had decreased dramatically since I started taking it, came back and I realized that my damn fatigue is mostly just from pain but I'm going to increase the dose to what is recommended on the bottle and see if that helps.
Please. That's a prayer.
I really have nothing to offer tonight but if you have not read Elizabeth's post, please trot right over there and do it. She's talking about the ACA and if you're in the least bit confused, let her straighten you out with her pragmatism, her research, her link, her usual excellent good sense and above all, EXPERIENCE!
You will find that right here.
And here's another link to a blog post by Matt Haig because he's awesome (well, probably) and because it might make you laugh or it might make you drink half a bottle of gin or it might make you WRITE.
That's enough. I'm going to go make a salad. I wonder if I can fuck that up too.
Tomorrow is another day, y'all.
See you then.