The pickle library was legendary

Yesterday I spun a bit, got a prototype to finally run correctly at work,
and dug some gorgeous carrots out of the garden.

Mom called to share grandma news; she came home yesterday. Her function is
good but stairs are a no go for now so they had to move a bunch of
furniture around to fit the both of them in the downstairs bedroom. Finding
care (since gpa isn’t in great shape either) is pretty frustrating, since
all the retiree progeny (1) are men, who/and (2) aren’t keen on being
caretakers. Culturally speaking, nothing new.

I dreamed I was living with my parents and T next door to an apartment
building that kept catching fire. Eventually our house caught fire too, so
I went to live with some awesome trans women instead.