Do you remember that moment in the mid-to-late aughts when, at the end of yoga classes, the instructor would circulate the classroom and rub peoples' feet with scented oil while they lay in savasana? Kind of bananas to think that that was ever a thing - because: feet. Ew.
I'm feeling a little better the past couple of days because S has started dropping L of at school in the morning. I cannot overstate how nice this is. I went to a doctor's appointment on Tuesday early in the morning and dropped L off at school right before (for the last time in a little while, I guess), and had pretty fucking high blood pressure by the time I rolled into the office. They took it again at the end and it was 20 points lower on the systolic side and, anyway, my point is that the morning rush out the door is the most stressful. One time I even copped a nosebleed on the way out the door! That hasn't happened in a while, but if we could take that off my plate I think everyone would benefit ok thanks.
Fieldwork continues to go pretty okay; the last day with my first FW educator is this Friday and I suppose I should write a nice thank you note and hopefully I'll get my life together enough to do this. He was nice if not exactly the kind of teacher I vibe with, and hopefully writing the deadline down will be enough to make it real in my head.
The world is still on fire, idk if you know; I can't find it in my heart to be too excited about the Israel/Gaza current uneasy peace because is this administration really going to finally resolve millennia of conflict? To that I say: ha. And: no. And: no, I couldn't do any better but that's not really in my job description anywhere and that's on purpose because if nothing else I try to be realistic. Blame it on the northeastern European epigenetics if you like.
Spooky movie fest has predictably veered off the rails a bit, but I'm okay with it. I saw Something Wicked This Way Comes for the first time recently and L chose Matilda for her pick last night because: "She controls things with her mind; that's kind of spooky!" Okay. I would have tried to sell it with The Trunchbull a little more, but you do you, boo! My turn tonight (or tomorrow night because we've been shit at watching an entire movie in a sitting), and she's too young for Rocky Horror so I'll have to think about it a little bit. What's the right age for Rocky? Uh....how about...11? Yeah. 11.
Otherwise I am watching Season 9 of LIB (finished the French season - it seemed relatively mature, but perhaps that was just because je nais parlez) but it's more of a compulsion at this point and I do put it on 1.25x speed because Colorado, man.
Okay, better go get (only myself - omg!) ready for the day. Skibidi Ohio rizz let's go, etc.
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