I'll start climbing uphill and get out of here...

[Still haven't posted about Congenial. These damn headers won't go away until I do. It's like shareware.]

In the wee hours of this morning, I realized something. Something that I learned a very long time ago, in a Daredevil comic, I think. Something that I had forgotten in recent days. What I realized is that there is one easy way to end a fight: Stop fighting. Thus, I was able to stop the pyschotic melodrama from emulating cosmology and expanding at an accelerated rate. The best way to stop the melodrama, at least for me, was to disentangle myself from it. And that is precisely what I did. Does that resolve anything? Not really. But nothing was getting resolved anyway. Implementing this plan took some help from a wonderful person who has marvelous communication skills, and once it was done, I felt a lot better.

With the rain gone, I could see much more clearly. I was able to focus on work more than I have in weeks -- since even before the dark clouds of the shitstorm appeared on the horizon. Getting good work done always feels satisfying, since I love the heck out of my job. Having emerged from the fog, I was able to better see and appreciated all the good things that have been happening this week, and there have been a lot of them.

For instance, cheshcat's car was recovered on Monday night. Looks like it was taken by some joyriders, rather than driven to Mexico or brought to a chopshop. The official word from the mechanic has not come in yet, but it seems like Lucretia is in pretty good shape, all things considered. Heck, cheshcat was able to drive it to the mechanic herself, albeit using a screwdriver to turn on the broken ignition control. In addition to the car itself being in relatively good shape, it seems as if almost all of our things were still inside, including the Catbus that I brought back from my first trip to Japan. I wonder at the thieves, who left candybar wrappers and fast food containers all over the car and decided to steal the radio -- even though we have the faceplate. A much more complete accounting of the car recovery can be found here. Assuming that it does not cost too much to repair Lucretia, we're not quite sure yet what we are going to do, as we will then have three cars for the two of us. But we can figure that out later; there are worse problems than having one car too many. I really had figured that we were never going to see Lucretia again. Instead, this was about the best that we could hope for after she was taken.

So, yes, good news abounds. Got my tax return from the accountant today and, for the first time in my life, I do not owe money. Owning a house came in very handy there. Really odd to just sign and mail the things w/o making out a check...

Oh, and I finally have a copy of A Boy and His Frog! I've been trying to get my hands on that for awhile! I'm very happy to have a song that makes me very sad. Go figure...

In still other news, I am getting psyched up for my big three-oh party this weekend. In fact, in less than seventy-two hours, resourceress, The Moof, and cheshcat will all be back in town. Yay!

And there is one more piece of good news -- probably the biggest one of all. But I can't say anything about it, as it is not my news to tell. So y'all will just have to wait until the person it happened to writes about it on their own journal.

I'll start climbing uphill and get out of here...

[Still haven't posted about Congenial. These damn headers won't go away until I do. It's like shareware.]

In the wee hours of this morning, I realized something. Something that I learned a very long time ago, in a Daredevil comic, I think. Something that I had forgotten in recent days. What I realized is that there is one easy way to end a fight: Stop fighting. Thus, I was able to stop the pyschotic melodrama from emulating cosmology and expanding at an accelerated rate. The best way to stop the melodrama, at least for me, was to disentangle myself from it. And that is precisely what I did. Does that resolve anything? Not really. But nothing was getting resolved anyway. Implementing this plan took some help from a wonderful person who has marvelous communication skills, and once it was done, I felt a lot better.

With the rain gone, I could see much more clearly. I was able to focus on work more than I have in weeks -- since even before the dark clouds of the shitstorm appeared on the horizon. Getting good work done always feels satisfying, since I love the heck out of my job. Having emerged from the fog, I was able to better see and appreciated all the good things that have been happening this week, and there have been a lot of them.

For instance, cheshcat's car was recovered on Monday night. Looks like it was taken by some joyriders, rather than driven to Mexico or brought to a chopshop. The official word from the mechanic has not come in yet, but it seems like Lucretia is in pretty good shape, all things considered. Heck, cheshcat was able to drive it to the mechanic herself, albeit using a screwdriver to turn on the broken ignition control. In addition to the car itself being in relatively good shape, it seems as if almost all of our things were still inside, including the Catbus that I brought back from my first trip to Japan. I wonder at the thieves, who left candybar wrappers and fast food containers all over the car and decided to steal the radio -- even though we have the faceplate. A much more complete accounting of the car recovery can be found here. Assuming that it does not cost too much to repair Lucretia, we're not quite sure yet what we are going to do, as we will then have three cars for the two of us. But we can figure that out later; there are worse problems than having one car too many. I really had figured that we were never going to see Lucretia again. Instead, this was about the best that we could hope for after she was taken.

So, yes, good news abounds. Got my tax return from the accountant today and, for the first time in my life, I do not owe money. Owning a house came in very handy there. Really odd to just sign and mail the things w/o making out a check...

Oh, and I finally have a copy of A Boy and His Frog! I've been trying to get my hands on that for awhile! I'm very happy to have a song that makes me very sad. Go figure...

In still other news, I am getting psyched up for my big three-oh party this weekend. In fact, in less than seventy-two hours, resourceress, The Moof, and cheshcat will all be back in town. Yay!

And there is one more piece of good news -- probably the biggest one of all. But I can't say anything about it, as it is not my news to tell. So y'all will just have to wait until the person it happened to writes about it on their own journal.