Sarah

I'm back in the office and wearing real clothes for the first time in a month. I don't think I care for it.

I also yelled, "you're supposed to be crepuscular!" at a rabbit in the park this morning, so I've got a lot going for me, is what I'm saying.

OMG, it's happened. I just looked up bird species in the city I'm moving to. I think I aged twenty years in the space of a single internet search.

The birdwatchers have me now.

Robots have successfully stolen my bits. They accidentally left a bunch of PAIN in there when they closed me up, but it's disapating. I missed a dose of Tylenol by sleeping through it this morning and didn't wake up in screaming agony, so that's progress.

A few brightly-colored scrappy flowers growing along a city sidewalk, mixed in with weeds and dead leaves.

Maybe you would like some pretty urban wildflowers today.

Awww, shucks!

Still the highlight of my (admittedly short) career as a DM!

This queen bed contains:

- My sleeping wife
- Two body pillows, with which she has constructed a continental divide, over which she is reaching to hold onto my arm
- One cat, who is convinced the world is ending
- Roughly 40% of me

Gravity is winning. Send help.

(Americans will use anything but the metric system.)

AQI went from 27 to 127 in the time it took me to watch Alien.

I think my top choice, though, is the boom-dismantling robot from Jake and Amy's wedding in Brooklyn 99, but only if the surgeon shouts, "this thing's gonna blow!" while it's working.

Ooh, good point! Opposable thumbs and everything!

That's got to be a no - imagine that voice coming from your nethers.

K-9: maybe?
Pro: jack of all trades, record of success
Con: high probability of fourth doctor becoming involved and insisting on medical application of jelly babies.

Cybermen: no. Great surgical infrastructure and experience, but total lack of respect for informed consent.

C-3PO: Oh, hell, no! Stay away from my bits! You can't even keep your own limbs on!

R2-D2: Bring it. This girl is competence personified. (Droidified?)

So now I'm going through every robot I can think of to decide which ones are acceptable as surgeons.

Surgery will be done by robot. I got transferred to a different surgeon due to scheduling issues, and the new schedule told me in a very concerned voice, "Dr. [New] uses a different type of robot than Dr. [Old]," as though this were going to be a deal-breaker for me.

Is cozy cyberpunk a thing? I'm gonna make it happen!

I have a yeeterus scheduled next month and am debating requesting that they put something useful in its place. Just imagine if I could turn it into yarn storage!

A certain kitty decided to perform an impromptu aria in the bathtub at 4am. While her operatic accomplishments and ability to find the best acoustics in the house are to be commended, she has cruelly been shut out of the accompanying bedroom at night for the foreseeable future.

If you are overrun with lemon balm (i.e., you've ever looked for a moment to long at a member of the mint family and attracted its attention), may I recommend chickens? The girls are going wild for it! I'm super interested to see how their eggs taste after this.

I just wiggled my mouse for five minutes before remembering that I have to plug my computer into the dock before it turns on, so I guess it's going to be that kind of day.

Kitty is pretty much back to normal (fingers crossed!), which means giving her meds has become incredibly difficult. I don't want her to be in pain, but this sure was a lot easier when she was a subdued little beast. Last dose tonight - wish me luck!

I slept with the widow open last night and woke up to birdsong, which is a whole lot less appealing than it sounds at 4:30am.

A black and white cat, shaved except for her very fluffy head, feet, and tail tip, couches by a door, looking angry. She is probably plotting revenge.

Kitty did well at the vet, and I bled minimally getting her there. However, yesterday we had to do it all over again for scary-symptom-that-is-probably-NBD, and there was much more bleeding involved. Have a photo of my little shaved gremlin in celebration and hope for no more vet visits for a while.

If you're looking for an intro textbook to work from, I like Hansen & Quinn's Greek: An Intensive Course.

Gotta get up early tomorrow to trap a cat in a box to go to the V-E-T. A blood sacrifice is generally involved. Accepting thoughts and prayers.

My mom, z"l, 1951-1998. It's a feelingsy kind of day.

Things are hard, but you know what annoys homophobes and transphobes the most? When we live happy gay and/or trans lives full of love and friendship. The fight has to be fought, the anger has to well, but make it a joyful rage. It just shows how bitter and unhappy the are. And they hate it.