She's not dead...just resting.

Actually, the issue is largely my eyes, as usual, and it keeps me from posting as I can't read or edit much. And, being mildly depressed, it's hard enough getting through the day sometimes without rehashing it in a post. But I'm making excuses. The biggest issue is that it's simply hard for me to do much reading or writing online right now.

But...

I had a bit of good news today, or at least what might be. I saw my LASIK surgeon today and commented on the pervasive eye-aching that I've been having whenever I spend more than 2 or 3 minutes reading/writing online or under fluorescent lights, and about the general light-sensitivity I have. And, like a white knight, he said "wait! I think we have something that can help that!" and he pulled out a small box of special eye-drops. Told me to use them twice a day for 3 weeks. Said that my symptoms, while atypical, were actually KNOWN to be a result of a certain nerve or membrane or something inside my eye remaining inflamed long after everything else had healed and that once that inflammation went down, my symptoms should disappear. Wot?! You mean my obscure little problem isn't so obscure? But, but...I'm used to being told what I have has no name or my symptoms don't make sense and there's nothing anyone can do and to just suck it up. Seriously...these little drops might make the problem that's been making me miserable for 4 fucking months all rosy and better and stuff?

Holy chit.

So in 3 weeks, I guess we'll see.

Thanksgiving with the in-laws happened. I was civil. It's over. Let's move on.

Only other junk going on is that we've submitted the application for the charter school we'd like Julia to go to and we'll find out by the beginning of February whether she's in or if the first enrollee's exceed the number of spaces open and it has to go to lottery. We'd thought her space was guaranteed since she was accepted last year but apparently the state says they can't do that. Grr. So, again, we wait.

Planning out our joint 40th birthday party, scheduled for January 24th at the offices of Keyfax in Santa Cruz (where Chris used to work and was blissfully happy but horribly underpaid. Like by less than HALF what he's worth elsewhere. But he was so in his element and left very very grudgingly and would go back in a second if they could match salary and basic bennies. Sadly, that will NEVER happen). Anyway, said party will be just nibblies (after dinner), cocktails, dancing, playing music, and letting it all hang out. Hopefully, folks will choose to stay the night locally in Santa Cruz so they can stay late and not have to worry about driving back over the hill via 17. I need to remember to suggest that in the invite. Plant the bug, as it were.

Ugh. My eyes are screaming at me. I hate this. OK. Really quick: lobbying hard to get my orthodonture finished and braces taken off before said party. As a result, by mouth is KILLING ME. I gave them a timeline of a year to do everything they were going to do, stating "I've been through natural childbirth, bitches...give me a leather strap and some bourbon and do whatcha gotta do, and do it before I turn 40." And that meant March 7th, so they had more time originally! Anyway, while I don't think they're trying to hurt me, they ARE taking me at my word. These puppies are TIGHT. But they should be off before the end of January. 11 months after they went on. And from what I can tell, my teeth will be gorgeous. They better be for that kinda cash.

K. Gotta stop. I leave you with the pretty boobie-lady. Just because. :)