So little, and so late in the year.

Take the time you need to recover! We'll be here when you're back.

I hope you'd still have time to talk to me about Star Trek like you did in my dream.

Remember that old Twilight Zone episode, "The Nick of Time"? That's just a low-tech version of this.

I always feel like my dentist should be honored simply because they're the healthcare person I see most regularly (second is the grocery store pharmacist for my winter jabs).

Self-harm is the only definite no for me, but a heads-up about suicide is helpful!

We need to pay paraeducators more. (The paras in my old district just got a union, so fingers crossed!) We need to pay service and retail workers more. We need to stop letting corporations buy up houses, and let people own apartments if they want. Otherwise this will all continue to get worse.

If it weren't for my parents letting me stay in their basement (and knowing that the career I pursued is both an important one and one that's not valued enough), I don't know what I'd have done. Scrambled for roommates. Bounced between hotels and my tiny sedan. Worked two jobs. Fallen into debt.

I'm a day late, but I saw this beauty on a walk recently!