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I started off the morning crying, as one does when one works from home
and does not need to explain anything to anybody in a neighboring
cubicle. I also wear sweatpants! and a flannel cardigan with two
buttons missing, upon which I wiped my poor leaky eyes. Get this: last
night I was explaining to my friend over I think the eleventyth glass
of wine that one of my many superpowers is the ability to make my
friends cry. And then this morning I made mySELF cry! Truly we have
traveled down a road and back again.

Then I got a letter from the translator that I did the Castles book
with, back in the day, and he told me how I was awesome, and then my
day brightened considerably. Mood swing dancing: It is not for the
faint-hearted.

I
listened to 80s radio today while I did all the clever things that fill
my day. I don't usually listen to the radio because it is very
difficult to cut a dangling modifier free when one is pondering the depths of
Bronski Beat at top volume, but today I decided I deserved it. While I
don't want to crow "those were the days, back when lyrics meant
something" in the key of my dad, when I realize perfectly well that I
come from the decade that brought you "mama say mama sa mama koosa"
(though, to be fair, even that MEANT SOMETHING), I nevertheless feel
like my attempts to enjoy the music of Kids These Days are sort of
falling flat: I always go back to the Music of My Youth because I think
it's objectively better. Hey that was a long sentence. I'm just talking
about radio music, here, in case that's not obvious.

I finished Kavalier & Clay, much to the relief of everybody around
me. Man, I hated that book. I want somebody to explain to me how it got
such accolades, and I also want to never talk about it again.

Squire is back in school and it's going okay so far. He's also
restarting his Christian youth group and oh yeah that's another way I'm
awesome. I kind of want to talk about it but I feel like it's a whole
Parenting Philosophy thing and it just becomes exhausting to think
about. My day is considerably better than how it started, but I'm
nowhere near being ready to write something thoughtful. I've got a good thing on the burner, though.