tuckova

Something better is percolating, but I had to skim this stuff off the top first to give it room. 

I have days of exhaustion where I will sleep 10 hours through the night, take 2 hour naps from which I struggle to wake myself, then back to bed as early as 8 or 9, feeling like I've plowed fields all day, absolute physical exhaustion, although sometimes the most exciting thing I've done is get the mail. Then I have days with bursts of energy approximately equal to my early 20s. Like, hours of varnishing the floor or clearing out all the cabinets or something weekendy, but after a full day of working. 

I am thisclose to caftans. I'm not kidding this time.

The AMA is still refusing to accept plural pronouns as gender-neutral singulars, or however I should say it, but anyway it makes me mad. I spent a good chunk of the day writing around sentences with "he or she" because I hate it too much to let it stay. It's the 21st century. There is a perfectly simple solution. It's not traditional, but the problem is not traditional and so the solution has to be whatever works, which is: Everyone raised their hand. I'm over it, and I am not the most modern of militant grammarians.

If you are trying to find out how Whitney Houston died, I think we were never friends.

Oh, Squire went to camp for a week. His absence was like a cut thumb. He seems to have fun, although it took him 15 hours of sleep to return to his normal upright position. Now he's back to normal, and made me dinner so I could wrestle all the pronouns to the ground and put another checkmark next to another task on the list.

Why yes as a matter a fact I did cut my own hair using paper scissors and a hand-held mirror. You wanna make something of it? I mean: please. I expect it's a big ol' mess back there, and it only doesn't bother me because I can't see it all at once.