Author: Allegra

Katie is trying to find some upside to the upcoming custody settlement and how she’s going to cope if she only gets Alex half the time.

I think anticipating her babydaddy’s facial expression when he realizes he now has to pay half of the daycare fees will almost be worth it.

I think if it happens, she’ll do a lot more reading and sleeping.

Reconciliation with Indigenous persons is a goal for me, but the really tough part is trying to do it inside an anarchist framework.

Anarchists keep banging on about how nations and nationalism is terrible and we need to stop it immediately because the nation state is a wrecker.

I think I finally found a way to make my arguments so that I can satisfy both sides of it but it’s gonna go  bad for the white anarchists. If any are left after the purge one can see taking shape in the US.

It won’t be a civil war, it will be thousands of local mass actions, as all the hesitations and racist bullshit accompanying the Reconstruction rise up to knock America into the wintry arms of the Russians.

I am enjoying being employed. I am not particularly enjoying commuting, but I will find ways to improve the shining hour.

This day is going to suck; I can just tell. My colleague is off at the doc’s this morning and I have no way to get into the office.

Heavy sigh. I hope I don’t have to page one of the midwives, that would double suck.

Haven’t checked my pay from yesterday, I suppose I should.

Couple more days until pot’s legal. In order to ensure that Julian Fantino makes the most amount of money out of it, Canada is ignoring its international law obligations.

Candidly I don’t give a rat’s ass, I’d be using cannabis for my various ailments whether or not it was legal, as I have done since I was sixteen. I am thinking of getting a button. “Please don’t smoke up at work, you’re dopey enough as it is.”

He is a very entertaining child.

Today was a good day. I was supposed to do something this evening and I even paid for a ticket, but I got Alex snuggles and a homecooked meal instead. And hugs.

Also I got Liz to read Midnite Moving Co. ha ha ha.

I reread it. It’s really funny, still holds up like I remember it, writing it in a fire of productivity and complete certainty what I was going to do next….

More like AH I NEED TIME OFF MY BRAIN IS A HIVE OF BEES

Buster is being extra extra sucky.

This is a link to a fundraiser.

This is why.

It’s been bally ages since I got sick… I’ll check my temp tomorrow morning and if I’m still coughing I’ll call in sick.

Keith was here to finish watching Predator with us.

My nose is running like a tap. Lovely, hunh?

We have no plans for Thanksgiving. I cooked up some harvest veggies yesterday but that was my only concession to the weekend. Back to work tomorrow unless I think I’m too dangerous to be around babbies.

I got a lot of work done, worked alone for a while without panicking, did a lot of shredding, folded some laundry, showed off my NYRB letter to the boss lady, and closed up and locked the office by myself for the first time.

Jeff found the dead rat and removed it. Watching TV has returned to being a pleasant activity.

I have a four year old grandson. I mean, developmentally he’s been four about six months, but it clicked over. Don’t know when I’ll hear from them for the birthday gathering, but I’m looking forward to it.

I’m working on a new fic and continuing to edit HS.

I’m working late tonight as there’s a meet and greet that I am supposed to profitably attend… so I’m going in a bit late. I’ll prob’ly be home around 8 since I can’t imagine not stopping for food, so Jeff eat that last chicken breast…. To celebrate that I don’t have to leave the house until 8:30 I have put on two loads of laundry.

Something dead has decided to be smelly in the pinball room. All part of having Buster bring new friends home.

Found out Katie nearly died in a workplace accident in the last week. Man, there’s nothing like that to reduce your current complaints to one damned sharp point.

Jeff continues to be awesome, which is what you say about someone when you’re not precisely sure how much money you owe them, although you know you’ll square up shortly…

Keith is wonderful.

Don’t know about Alex and Katie. In the run up to my grandson’s 4th bday all I can say is THANK THE EVERLIVING AND EVERLOVING SPIRIT OF DAVID BOWIE that I raised my family to NOT GIVE A SHIT about birthdays; making it VERY AND EXTREMELY CLEAR that contentment throughout the year means more than performative, competitive, expensive and ultimately vainglorious birthday parenting, so not only do I NOT HAVE TO PURCHASE ONE GODDAMNED THING for my grandson – true in the normal course of events – but I don’t have to feel *guilty* about it. SUP WELL ON THIS WISDOM AND MAY THE MEAL GIVE YOU STRENGTH WHEN YOU NEED IT.

mOm’s home

yay yay yay etc hoorah

She’s well enough to be coherently telling family stories; I include the coherently for pOp’s benefit.

I popped into Ted’s office – same building as me can you believe it? he was Keith’s first boss when he gradded and talked to the receptionist D. and honestly, it was nice to see how well Keith was remembered.

Popped into Pinball Alley. I may unload some stuff there, but the reason I went in was to source a cute piece of neon. Found half a dozen things in there that were at the fOlks’ place before the trek west. Sigh. Nostalgia weighs a ton, seriously.

That’s going to be name of my netflix comedy show, see if it isn’t.

Anyway, those were the results. Whatever was wrong has resolved, and it either won’t come back or it’ll be obvious next time, either way, joy.

mOm comes home today. I bet everybody is completely relieved.

Somebody who really likes destiel fic must have recommended me somewhere, because my kudos had dropped off to nothing and now suddenly I have three more subscribers and I’m getting four or five hits a day and comments again, which is lovely.

Went to the Philosopher’s Café Keith moderated last night (and why not, it was 15 bus stops from work) and it turns out I work in the same building as his first boss after he graduated as an optician. Vancouver really is the world’s biggest small town.

It was interesting, but I got to spend some time with Keith in a setting I don’t normally see him in so I’m thoughtful today.

I worked through another chapter of HS… getting closer.

Doc this morning.