Voices Carry

Got up this morning and sorted pills, opened all the bags of new pills and combined the last batch with the new batch. And took the ones I need to do this morning. Then sat and watch Facebook Reels, laughed very hard a few times, posted my daily quote. Sparky had set an 'alarm' for half an hour after I settled in so we can get something done today. She is now out in the kitchen working on clearing off the long part of the counter that has turned into Nightmare City. Most of the mess is long-term, but the past month has destroyed any vague sense of order and it's cluttered from wall to sink--about 12 feet. I mentioned that it would be nice to have ONE PLACE in the house that's not a fucking nightmare since literally every other room is chaos, so she's starting to sort shit. (I'm also in search of a $200 check I put away 'safe').  I need to go out and be the Decider, however I'm enjoying having someone else in the house nattering about for a change tha...

I really skived off HARD today. Hard to start working on anything when I won't be back in the building till next Tuesday, having been away for a week. I caught up the pile of paper on my work-table, and plowed through a few really old list-serve messages. Sent several DMs to friends/family. Ate lasagna and pizza at the Thank-You luncheon the city hosted.  Spent an hour at the children's desk with the new librarian, LetGo. And one patron. Following that massive brain-drain, met with Book Clubber for a quick catchup on what shenanigans have been happening. She is massively stressed, massively ready to not be working there anymore, and she tripped and fell in her office right before I was there so feeling stupid and very pained. Directly from that info dump, I collared Soup and asked if we could talk because someone had mentioned a blowout meeting with NPC (the boss) on Tuesday and I wanted to hear her version having just heard NPC's take via Book Clubber. Hoo-boy. She did goo...

I have had a lot of weird dreams over the past ... well, mostly forever. The last few years have involved me being in a large liminal space (library, mall, bar-inside-an-airplane, hotel, etc.) and a lot of dreams about packing to go somewhere, usually overseas, but always on an airplane.   I have been on an airplane precisely TWICE in the past 8 years, to and from a getaway last February (2024). It wasn't a great experience, though the people-watching was great. I've turned into my mother in this respect--she loved to eyeball all the people in the airport.   Last night I was packing up to go home for the summer from college. Except I wasn't in a dorm; I was in the bedroom of our previous (nearby) house. And we drove (we meaning Sparky and me). Or rather we were driving. A lot. We had to go over one mountain to get to the town we were staying in (in Colorado), visiting distant (not-real) relatives? My sister and her husband were there; my brother called. [These "relat...