I had some whining, and didn’t make it public, isn’t that kind of me?
Dryer has quit. It has got to be a quarter century old so I’m not having a problem with that. I am going to have a problem calling the landlady, as she is hard of hearing.
Alex is here, watching his tablet and enjoying a glass of milk and a small snack.
I’m going to try to get by with less coffee. So the leftover cup this morning will be all. sigh unhappy sigh.
RAIN YAY fire hazard drops at least in the city, although we need a month of steady soaking before we’re safe again. Good air today too, which is good for Alex and his asthma.
I have an absolutely lovely idea for my Brad and Omar story. It’s not lovely in detail in fact it involves pain, but it’s another opportunity for Brad to learn how to be a good partner and for Omar to ACCEPT HELP rather than tough everything out on his own so it should have the right combination of angst, schmaltz and praxis that seems to be my jam.
WHICH LED TO A HALF HOUR OF ME FUCKING AROUND WITH THIS:
