Nothing New

I read this terrifying article yesterday about the pronatalists…those who want more childbirths…some have some realistic concerns about decreasing birth rates, although their ideas about why that is happening are sometimes absolutely nuts. Honestly, there are too many people on the planet, so some restraint might be a good thing, but when you put their ideas together with some of the legislation that’s currently on the table, it does smack a bit too much of The Handmaid’s Tale. Why I would need to vote with a passport (those are expensive and difficult to get for many people) or a birth certificate (also sometimes difficult to get) IN PERSON, I do not know. I haven’t voted in person since before my kids were born. I know some people like to gather in groups and do tribal things, but I like to have all the stuff in front of me, read through it at my leisure, mark all the things, and then put it all in a freakin’ envelope to be delivered somewhere that I don’t have to talk to anyone or interact with humans. And I have transportation and the ability to move around without assistance. AND my birth certificate name matches my current name. Unlike many women. PLUS my job here on this planet is not to birth replacement workers.

But maybe that’s just me? Hard to say. By the way, burning the Teslas is not about the car, you dumbasses…it’s about the man. And we don’t just do it here…Germany and France and others are also protesting fascism. And oligarchs. Sometimes the far right’s take on things is just amazingly ignorant. I’m sure someone thinks the same of me. They can stay in the kitchen, giving birth, not allowed to vote apparently.

Sigh. Also, it’s not really ‘getting rid’ of the Department of Education if you farm out its responsibilities to departments that aren’t even related. Double sigh. I can’t NOT read the news. It’s impossible. So I keep making art.

Monday afternoon, I went to ceramics and worked on part two of the current sculpture. I built a tiny man with a gun.

He definitely needs a head, although he doesn’t have a brain. I also made a flagpole, but not the flag yet. I needed these to stiffen up a bit, so I just tucked them down in there, to be later attached to the arm. Hopefully Friday. Also pretty sure I broke one of her arms off again.

It’s my fault for not picking a bigger base and for making that arm lower than the base and then trying to transport shit. So IDK what the solution is, but I’ll deal with it on Friday.

Monday night, I did stitchdown…

Then last night, I finished it, washed the batting, cut a backing and ironed it, then remembered the floor where I pinbaste was horrendously dirty, so I mopped it at 9:30 at night. Hoping it would dry in time (it didn’t). So all that is ready for pinbasting…and then I started tracing the next one, the banned-book piece…

I also wrote out all the stuff I will need to hand embroider while we’re traveling. I’ll need to figure out how I’m transferring it to fabric and make copies of the drawings for travel purposes. I’ll be doing that probably tomorrow night. Tonight, I’ll pinbaste. After pilates and book club. Yeah. Long day.

We’re doing a teacher spirit thing all week where we all dress up and don’t tell the kids. Yesterday was dress like a kid (ah, those pimple patches) and Not a Cup (drink out of anything that is not actually a cup).

Today, we wear tiaras and sashes. That’ll be pretty noticeable. It’s just a way to help us survive that last few days until break. My boss came in my class yesterday while I was about to bang my head on the desk. Teaching Punnett squares isn’t hard, except for those few kids every period who don’t listen to instructions. Ever. They just want to copy, and they can’t. So they whine and tell me I’m not teaching them (read: I’m not giving them the answers) and by the end of the day, some figure it out eventually and some just don’t. But it can be frustrating for me. Plus with Eid, so many kids were still out yesterday, so they haven’t even started this thing that has to be done today. Fun times. I was hoping to grade homework papers all week, and I’ve gotten through three classes of one homework, and most of that was in my advisory class while we were listening to the book.

It’s fine. Really. It is. It’s nothing new anyway.

Not sure I believe that. Certainly. No. I don’t.

I do support this though.

I feel like all my fabric is emotional support fabric. And I support that choice.

OK. So more Punnett squares today…but it’s a test today, so that’ll be fun. I already have a plan for the one kid who never shuts up in class. The kids who come back today…well, I was going to make a video, but I don’t know if I’ll have time before school (meeting x2), and I think I need to use the phone because the doc cam won’t record unblurry, so that means I can’t post it until I get home anyway. Hmmm. Will think that over. Lots to do today. Gonna go do some of it.

No Power

Power’s out. Some car crashed into something. The road sounds closed; I don’t hear cars down there. It’s cold…and I need tea, so I’ll be leaving for school soon.

I did finally get the studio cleaned up…

It took two nights…it was a lot. And I started ironing last night.

School was a little rough, but it’s been like that for days. Kids are fighting; not sure why. Hard to get them to work. I’m feeling underwater on getting stuff done. I guess that’s nothing new.

Dumbassery abounds. Ok I think it might be bright enough in the bathroom for me to take my meds and get out of here to school, where it will be warmer and I can make tea. I’m making a lot of art this weekend…yes, I need to grade too, but art is large on the agenda. That and getting my computer to work. Sigh.

How to Get There

Yo ho yo ho a pirate’s life…wait. No. I’m teaching gravity today…not going to Disneyland. Seems like a questionable life decision. Computer is still not restored. The internet is intermittent. So frustrating. I just need it to finish ffs. I’m tired of trying to do things on the phone or this ancient iPad. Ah well…at least I have that option.

Artwise…I finished trimming Wonder Under…

And last night, I sorted them…

Ready to iron to fabric. Unfortunately, my studio is not ready for that. I’d like to be ironing tonight, but realistically, I will probably be cleaning and putting fabric away after a long long day, so wish me luck on actually ironing. Definitely tomorrow night though.

Someone needs to change all the clocks in the house. I don’t know why I am in charge of clock changes. I have changed two…well three if you count my school clock. I’m sure the men would argue that I’m the only one who cares about the other two…possibly true.

I started underglazing (finally!) the base to the newest piece…someone bumped it (again) and broke two things off. Community shelves sometimes suck.

Super pale at the moment with 2 coats…got one more coat and then all the details. I’ll be here a while.

The current government just needs to die. I’m done with the stupidity. The illogical bullshit that puts Teslas on the White House lawn and claims we can’t speak our minds. At least some of us have minds…

Gonna end with that. Too much in my head right now between the Orange Dumbass pissing off Canada and the crazy demands of the day job…gonna demo some gravitational force today and get through a union meeting and go to Pilates and then clean the studio so I can make art. Sleep if I’m lucky (not last night). Dream of a better world and how to get there.

No Time Has Passed

I have a new computer. It’s still restoring all the stuff from before. It was at 12% when I went to bed last night and it’s still at 12% this morning, like no time has passed. Granted I feel the same way about the amount of sleep I had last night. I know I went to bed at the appropriate time for whatever time hell we’re in now, but I was still out of bed in the early dark feeling like I hadn’t slept. So maybe the computer feels the same way. It’s gonna be a rough week, for me and the kids.

This weekend was my 58th birthday, and I did my best not to work. There’s some level of having to pay for it during the week, but the week is already a shitshow, so I probably won’t notice much. What did I do? I read, I made art, I went on a short hike. All good.

Simba appreciated it. Maybe.

It was a little closer than I like to be to coyotes, but it reminds us that they are always there.

I did a little ceramics on Friday. I was tired though. There’s a bunch of stuff going on her arms.

Fun times. My glazes came in Friday as well, so that’s hopefully what I’m doing after a two-hour staff meeting after school. Ugh.

Friday night I finished tracing…

Four yards (just under) of Wonder Under. I spent almost 4 hours cutting stuff out this weekend…

And not a lot else honestly.

There are never enough hours in the day. I did a little yard work; I have bulbs to plant. but I quit when I accidentally trimmed a branch with a hummingbird nest and broke two eggs. Mom bird had lots to say about it and I felt (still feel) horrible, so I quit. It’s spring! Don’t kill baby animals. If you can. I was actually trying to avoid another thing that looked like a nest so it felt even worse that I fucked that up.

I had two dinners out, which was nice, and got a pile of books to read and my mom’s stash of silk ribbon, which is fun, so that didn’t make up for the hummingbird babies, but I also found out there’s a grove in Humboldt named after my Great Great Aunt Bertella who was an obstetrician, so we’re totally visiting that over Spring Break.

Government still sucks, if we can call it that. Our National Parks are at stake here. And people’s lives. Sigh.

I am coral. Ok, gotta teach and professionally develop and clay.

Paper Towels!!!

Yo Friday, I appreciate you. It’s been a long week. Eye issues, kid issues, but grades are done! So I’m not working this weekend…it’s my birthday. I’m gonna hike and read and make art and go out to dinner. And try not to think about school…although next week is not fully planned, nowhere close, so I’m freaking out a little bit. Ah well.

I’ve been tracing Wonder Under all week…I should be done tonight.

Crazy ass butterfly…did not number it well. Brain must have taken a break.

Last night, I had a stitching Zoom meeting, so I got two hours in…I’ve got about 150 pieces to go. Then trimming for a few days, ironing by next weekend? Hopefully.

Minus the pumpkin patch.

Agreed. So much stupidity going on right now. I’m having some panic moments about where to buy things I need due to The JoAnn closing down and avoiding Amazon. My free time is generally not free and online shopping is awesome. Working on a list. But with quilt stuff, the secondary issue is the politics of stores. Sigh. My local quilt store is owned by a trumper.

Working on all of it. Today is an assembly (ugh), but mostly making a little eclipse flipbook. And planning. Hopefully some ceramics, finish the tracing. There’s something I need to remember for today and it keeps flitting into my brain (paper towels!!!) and leaving again. Caught it. Good times.

Vitreous Not So Humerous

Well good news, I can still see, no surgery (knock on a big piece of wood), and the odds are that in 6 weeks, I won’t have to be low-key stressed about any weirdness in the right eye…besides that bizarre swirling thing that is still there. Yeah. As a visual artist, the thought of losing any eyesight is pretty terrifying. I guess I’d still have clay, but it wouldn’t be the same if you couldn’t see it. My vitreous humor (and perhaps a hefty chunk of my sense of humor) is floating around my eye with wild abandon, occasionally panicking me with “OMG what’s that“ moments, but otherwise, I’m OK. Exhausted but what’s new. My retina is holding strong. All good.

I had to take Monday off because I wasn’t sure how long it would take to get in to the doc or what might happen after. I spent a million hours grading this weekend, so I refused to grade after the doc appointments. I try to save the stuff I can do at school so I have some down time at home, so I finished the new quilt drawing, numbered it (just under 700 pieces), and started tracing.

It’s not huge, so I’m hoping I can hit the deadline. Knock on wood.

I’ve already found 7 pieces I didn’t number at all and one number I used twice. Good times.

So maybe not just under 700.

I traced for about 3 1/2 hours on Monday…such a delight.

Then another hour last night…

I’m just under halfway. Realistically I could be done tracing Friday night. Although I still need to input grades. And we don’t have next week planned for school. Minor issue. Not so minor.

I’m also reading two books and trying to decide if I can pull off another show. The proposal has to be done by the 15th, but I need to. Finish at least one of the books first to make the proposal. Some level of insanity going on here…or a reaction to the day job’s grab on my personal life. Hard to say. There’s also about 2 hours of quilting left on this (I try to do a little each night).

My self-imposed deadline is coming up and I’m not going to meet it.

I spent 100 minutes working on hands, knuckles, and fingernails. It was glorious.

I had to persuade the fingers to change shape and direction.

A rare moment of sisterly friendship. Although Nova is doing some side eye.

In case you were wondering how daylight savings might affect you.

Sometimes AI is really stupid. This can lead to sleepiness…

This is too true. Ok today is the end of lunar phases (well, not really) into eclipses, plus desperately trying to plan for next week without interruptions (ha!), then Pilates (gently) and book club. Whoa. Busy night. I finished the book Sunday? I think. I hope. Then tracing some more. Getting grades completed so I can just input Thursday and be done. That’s what I need.

Anywhere Close to Well…

First day back to school after 9 days off. Nine days where I was mostly sick. Am I well? Nah, the sinus stuff is still there, lingering, after 7 days of antibiotics…the second round. Fun times. It’s OK, we have 3 weeks of school (which feels like some sort of psychotic carnival ride usually) and then another 3 weeks off. It feels survivable. Although I never did finish grading. I did a bunch, but not enough. Ah well. Looking at the calendar…sigh. It’s fine. I woke up this morning to my blood sugar randomly crashing too, so that’s always a great shaky start to the week. I’ve got food in me now and managed to shower after 10 skittles. Weird, I know, but it works. All the other things…the glucose tabs, the juice…they don’t work as well. Or as fast. I don’t have an hour to waste in the morning before school. I should take some juice to school, though, because I’m still off. Frustrating.

So our Thanksgiving on Friday went well…food was good…

Girlchild did well…

The turkey turned out good…so I’ll be eating turkey sandwiches for a while. I freeze it and this is how I survive the 3 weeks of school. I even remembered family pictures…

Kind of a miracle. Yes, Dad commented that we were doing this in case one of them were gone next year.

Damn straight old man. Damn straight.

Friday night, I spent 90 minutes finding a lot of the flesh pieces…but not all of them.

It was midnight when I stopped…Saturday night, I found the rest and ironed them all down…

It’s pieces from the 200s to the 900s, but not all of them.

Last night, I started going through the rest of the pieces that are ON the flesh…the eye, the nipples, the toenails. That kind of stuff. I didn’t finish…this is still left…

But I am in the color now! Oh there was a snake in there too…

And there are a bunch of other pieces in the 300-900 boxes that I haven’t ironed down. Actually, I think all of the 800s are? Or the 500s. Something like that. So less than half, no matter what. A LOT? But not a lot really. I did make a decision about what color to make my brain. PINK! Not my favorite color, although I use it a lot in my quilts. It will pop. That will be good.

So expect me to be ironing for days.

I made it to the ceramics studio late on Sunday for a while…worked on the leg things.

Interesting to translate from fabric to clay. It takes a long time in both, that’s for sure.

Pills, pill bottle, syringe…

Fish, dying coral, sea waves on the other side.

Some lovely fungus in my yard. I put wood logs on either side of the sprinkler so workers wouldn’t break it and now it’s all fungusy.

Pretty stuff.

I’ll be teaching the science of rainbows in January.

I will not ever teach the 10 commandments…although there are some bits of it I wish politicians would follow.

Ah well. Whatever. Gonna take some meds, make a turkey sandwich, find a juice box for school, maybe two, then head off to whatever I’m teaching today. Tonight, I have book club and then more ironing, after a bunch of staff meeting stuff. Maybe I’ll grade something. I really should. Sigh. We’re back. Short break. Totally needed it to get anywhere close to well.

Fabric Is Calling

So where am I at in the Thanksgiving Break/recovery from school and a sinus infection? Ugh. On new meds…they’re working, but slowly. I occasionally breathe normally. But still sound like (what did my PT say?) Zooey Deschanel. I do not think this is true. I think I sound like someone whose head has been filled with snot for 5 weeks. Not pretty. I’m still sleeping a lot, napping, resting. I did pilates this morning for the first time in 10 days. I did OK. I napped this afternoon though in response. That seems fair. It does seem like a hike is not happening tomorrow morning, as is my Thanksgiving preference. Hmmm. We’ll see. I might feel more energetic tomorrow morning. Right now? Not so much. I have finished four books (to clarify, I had already started and was ensconced in three of them, so don’t freak out). Wait. Shit. I finished five books. OK. So there’s that. I finished cutting out Wonder Under, which wasn’t that hard, because it all happens sitting in front of a television…

It took 10 hours and 4 minutes to do that. Not bad. I started Friday and finished Monday night. No, I wasn’t feeling well for most of it. Good choice to be able to do that. Last night, I sorted all 1606 pieces (there’s more because I missed numbering some, but I didn’t count those…they’re all ‘a’s of other numbers))…

Sorting took an hour and 15 minutes. Now the next step is ironing to fabric, which requires me (a) to clean my office, which is a fucking disaster of partially done ceramics pieces and fabric that needs to be put away), and (b) to be able to stand for extended periods of time. Questionable today. We’ll see. I might have a run of energy later. Right now I’m in nap aftermath and it feels tiring. Tired. Headachy. There’s meds for that. I should take some. I am So Tired of taking meds.

I also started grading (finally!) last night. Not a lot. Just a little. Nothing hard. Ugh. I don’t want to not get the hard stuff done now, when there’s a lot of silence and time to space out…I don’t want to have to do it in December, when things are loud and rushed and overwhelming and stressful. I realize I might not have a choice.

I have this video of my two pieces in Glendora at Citrus College…

Thanks to Lydia for taking the video. Not sure I’ll be able to get up there when the college is open.

I managed to make it to ceramics on Tuesday morning, finally…9 days of not doing that. I picked this sweet pot up…

I also worked for a couple of hours on this thing…which is a beast.

It’s big and heavy and this is only the bottom half. Or third.

It’s time-consuming. And delightful because of that. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to go back…holiday season is complicated. Maybe Saturday? We’ll see.

Also I have another piece in a museum in Florida…

It’s on the far right behind the coat. This is Ft. Pierce, Florida. The other piece I have in Florida is there through December 20, I believe, in Miami. All good. More work than I’ve ever had in Florida at any one time, I think.

Requisite photo of girlchild and Simba…

He is very good at laps.

That’s my lap. Good dog.

I’m currently having a messaging argument with my cable company who offered a higher price service that would still be intermittent instead of giving me a solution to the problem. Give me a discount assholes. Tell me what the problem is and when it will be solved. Don’t offer me hotspots…I’m on a damn desktop. WTF. What if I were fucking disabled? What would you do then? Not everyone can take their device in the car to another location. Stupid companies. This is not getting better in the next four years. It’s not.

OK. It’s not worth the irritation. Make tea. Consider your views on climate change.

I love Greta. I don’t love Amy. I really don’t want to make another Supreme Court quilt y’all.

OK. Well. Make tea, try to clean office/studio enough so that I can start picking fabrics. Wait. I don’t have a background big enough. Or do I? I might. I’ll have to clean to find it. Maybe I should go read my 6th book instead. Or take another nap? Not sure. I should definitely post this before the internet disappears again. Tomorrow is the Man’s Fam’s Thanksgiving, where I just show up and try to be coherent (questionable right now). I do need to get my turkey into the brine soon. Our Thanksgiving will be Friday. I’m in charge of the turkey and the green beans. And not much else. Ugh. Take headache meds. Drink the tea. Fabric is calling.

I Want Energy

Oh hey, Monday. I don’t have school today, so I’m not sure I recognize Monday. Although I have to do things today. And it’s the last week of November? I don’t even know what happened to November. October was the longest month ever and November is like blip. Gone. Done.

I’m still sick. I’m on the second illness now, which started out like a cold and has turned into the rest of that sinus infection, I think. I do already have a doc appointment for later today (made months ago, seriously), so hopefully there will be a solution besides, here, take those same antibiotics again that cause horrendous diarrhea. Or spray salt water into your nose, which has done nothing useful so far but to drip back out. I’ve been switching up meds, trying to find something that will bring some, any relief…spent most of Saturday asleep. Yeah. I’m up and showered today, but only because (1) a shower seems to briefly help with the congestion and (2) I have to go to the doctor later. Ugh. I’m tired of being sick. I’m just tired. So although I have a giant to-do list for break, mostly house- and yard-related, I don’t think most of it is getting done. The girlchild is here for the week, which is nice. I barely got her room cleaned up between Saturday and Sunday. I’m reading a lot. Sleeping. But not well. Too stuffed up.

So there’s all that. Hoping I can recover enough this week to survive the next three of school. I keep cancelling exercise classes because I can’t breathe well enough to go to them. Let alone exert energy. I have one set up for Wednesday, although I haven’t actually gotten into it yet (on the wait list)…hoping to be able to do that.

I did manage to finish tracing all the Wonder Under on Friday night, despite the congestion. Being upright is better than sitting or lying down.

Six approximate yards of the stuff. Two of the old, four of the new. A little over 17 hours of tracing. So then I started cutting stuff out.

Remember how I didn’t feel well Saturday? I cut things out for 4 1/2 hours in the afternoon/evening, because it was sitting on the couch and I could handle that. Once I stopped sleeping. I did some more last night…

I’ve got four of the six yards cut out…two more to go. Tonight? Maybe. We’ll see. Might take me two nights. I’m not particularly energetic at the moment and I might have to go grocery shopping again.

Our field trip Friday was to Petco Park.

Eh. Not the most exciting field trip, especially if you don’t give a crap about baseball. They didn’t even get to go on the field because some golf event was going on…

From the press box. Not sure I ever want to go there again. Not sure I get a choice in the matter, unfortunately. Ah well. We got back to school and the police followed us in: major altercation on campus. Gotta love Fridays before breaks. Dumbassery abounds.

This was part of that Saturday night rest-fest.

He didn’t hang out for very long, luckily, because I could do nothing else.

It’s been cold and cats have been almost cuddling.

Almost. Speaking of cuddling…the girlchild is here and her favorite dog likes to cuddle.

Finally remembered to take a family photo!

Did pretty well with that one.

Someone needs to make a tshirt with this for me to wear.

And this…is what I wish I had the health and energy for right now.

I swear, I haven’t been hiking or barely exercising due to all the sinus crap. I’m just so done with it. I want energy. Sigh. OK, maybe the doc can help. Hopefully. I don’t want more antibiotics, but I’ll do it if it’ll kick this thing.

OK. Doc today, plus book club. Need to turn in my library book (yes an actual book from an actual library building) and pick up cat meds. And maybe do Thanksgiving food shopping. Plus read and sleep and maybe eat. Although I haven’t had much of an appetite, that’s for sure. Ugh. I’d love to go do some clay at some point, but I’m not sure when that’ll happen. Maybe after the doc? for an hour? Maybe? Not sure I feel up to it. Haven’t been in over a week. Feel like crap does not translate into go to a place where you will have to sit on a stool and manhandle clay for an hour or so. Maybe it will later. Hopefully.

Pillow Fort

I’m almost there. I need to get through today’s two contentious (probably) meetings, a field trip to Petco Park, and two more classes of kids who are checked out and mentally already on vacation before I can come home and collapse into a 9-day pillow fort for which I’ve already checked out two books from the library in preparation. In reality, I have some shit to grade and some doc appointments and a whole bunch of family and food requirements, plus household crap that hasn’t been getting done, so it’s not very realistic to say I can be in that pillow fort for 9 days, but it would be nice if I could, eh? I’m tired, I’m still sick (2nd virus), and I need a break. We all do. The kids probably do too, but since a ton of them lost their minds two days ago, I guess December will be a shocker for them. Woo hoo!

So I’m rallying up all my bitch witch energy to get through today. I have absolutely no desire to tour Petco Park, but it wasn’t my choice and I’ll try anything field-trip-wise once. The Midway is not my favorite either, but I got into it. Less the military part and more the ‘everyone has to live in this contained space’ part. Plus the planes are cool. And you get your steps in. I wouldn’t PAY to go there, but hey. I don’t pay for field trips anyway. They’re just glad I’ll go.

I’ve come home from school every day this week pretty much right after, exhausted and sick. I slept Monday after school. The rest of the days, I just collapse on the couch with my tea and a book for a while until my sinuses clear a little bit and then I trace. So I’m close to done with the tracing…still…but not done…in fact, I could probably post the same tracing Wonder Under pictures in here every day and you probably wouldn’t notice.

I made it into the tree the other night. Trees are a pain. It’s my fault for drawing all these long interlocking bits and details.

Every time I do it, I swear at myself a little bit. But I have about 150 pieces left. So that’s good. Finish all the tree bits, trace the space cat and the spaceship, and I’m done. So maybe tonight? Tomorrow, I have to clean the girlchild’s room; she’s driving down from San Francisco to spend the week. Always good, although a bunch of work to get there. Hoping I have the energy tomorrow to do that.

I have two pieces at Citrus College in Glendora right now, part of the California Fibers’ show Over Under Over.

I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see them, because the gallery is usually only open when I’m teaching.

Which kind of sucks. The opening was midday earlier this week. I did not make it.

Sareytales remade Goodnight Moon about the current state of affairs.

It’s a little too real.

You can find her on Instagram.

OK. Ugh. I really don’t wanna do today. I had to buy a clear plastic purse, like when you go to concerts (I usually shove everything in a ziplock bag, but I need food and meds for this). One teacher was like, it’s only 90 minutes…well, it’s not, if you count getting all the kids ready, lining them up, getting them on the bus, riding the bus, coming back, repeat all the steps. It means I can’t eat from 9 to 1:10, and that’s too long for me and my recovering body, which feels like crap and doesn’t feel like eating most of the time. I’m trying to get today’s breakfast into me right now, and it’s like, nope. Don’t want it. Move on. Ugh. Frustrating. I wish I could just show a movie when I get back, but so many of my kids didn’t finish the academic thing yesterday. It’s mindboggling that they need a full 51 minutes to write 4 sentences. Sigh. I seriously watched some kids sit there for 15 minutes and not write a single word. So checked out. OK. Well. Grades, y’all. Grades. I’ll grade these after break. I’ve been trying to force myself through the last academic thing and I just can’t deal with it. I don’t have the brainpower either…sick self. I’ve been doing the easy stuff and leaving the harder stuff for when I have more mental space. Whenever that might be. Thanksgiving Break is never really stress free…there’s always a ton of school stuff to do and then all the family stuff on top of it. So if I can just pillow fort a little bit, that would be good.