Why am I here

[anne_d]

And where did the week go, by the way?

Usefuls slain this week include, but are not confined to:

Making the appointments for the daughters' annual physicals. I found a woman pediatrician for Kitty, after several years of a particularly annoying male one. Emily has "graduated from Peds". I couldn't get her onto my doctor's panel because she's full up, but I found another woman doctor to be Emily's primary care physician. I may have to go in with her the first time, just so I can back Emily up on her never having dated, let alone been active, with anyone of either gender. Or not. It's up to Emily.

Washed the back bathroom floor and the throw rugs. It's far from perfect, but it's as clean as I could get it.

Pretties seen:

A red-tailed hawk soaring over Unocal field. Soaring raptors are more and more common over the last few years, which is a fine thing.

One of our resident hummies, who turns up at about the same time every evening to visit the honeysuckle in the patio and scold Shadow.

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I feel like I'm walking on eggshells while waiting for the next anvil to drop. Lately, I feel like everything that goes wrong (or might go wrong) is my fault; if the phone rings, I expect disaster, and if I get a notice that there's a PM from one of the S'cubies, I expect chastisement and smiteage. I'm afraid to say anything because it might offend Someone Who Matters, and I feel stupid for feeling that way. Bleagh.

I don't know what to do about this, but I can't seem to shake it. Meh. It's probably safer to shut the hell up before someone else tells me to, and stay that way.

Anne, breakfast or walkies first, that's the question

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and if I get a notice that there's a PM from one of the S'cubies, I expect chastisement and smiteage.

Oh, GAWD, tell me about it.

I've gone through the PM gauntlet several times, and although there have been apologies for all of the unjust ones, except the last time (which was entirely absurd and the obverse side of public genius). it's left me feeling as if shit can rain from the skies for no good reason depending on the mood of the mods.

Julia, reality it sucketh

[anne_d]

Not to mention that I have the lowering suspicion that it's All My Fault that the S'cubie S'erial seems to have died, because I couldn't, or wouldn't follow Jeff's plan for it. I'm not a freakin' mind reader, and I'm not much of a writer on my best days; I was going on impulse and apparently it was the wrong impulse. Oh well.

Best to let it lie; I'd rather read your work any day of the week anyway.

Anne, if it isn't fun, you should probably stop doing it, right?