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I am a big bouncing stress ball lately. I have writing deadlines on top of writing deadlines, one of which used to be self-imposed but just became outside-forces-imposed. All of these things need to get done in times ranging from "tomorrow" to "end of June." I look forward to being past these deadlines. Sure, I did one of them to myself when I planned to write what is now being called, "Remediation Village (Probationary), Inner Mongolia" but one is finishing massive edits on "Alien/Whore/Mother" by tomorrow, and one is sending out agent queries which just got a lot more urgent, and I have a presentation to give on social media (thankfully, with others, and we're going with a pretty relaxed format) this weekend for my writing group, and crits done to get an MPC to get RV critted before the sub deadline. There is money stress, because of an not-yet-sorted-out but probably in the $1000s medical bills on top of old (smaller) debt. I wince away from money stress. There is personal-life stress, although at least I finally know where I'm at with that. There is upcoming family reunion, which is also stress over money and other things.
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I'm doing better. I've spent most of the last week on the couch, and my sleep schedule has been messed up beyond belief. Last night I went to bed at 1 am and couldn't fall asleep for a couple of hours. I've been having trouble sleeping; my mind spins unhappily.

I still have activity restrictions (lifting, exercise) for another couple of weeks, but today I start trying to go back to normal days. I was up at 10:30 this morning--late, but better. I'm working on my computer upstairs, not on the couch on my laptop. I go back to work* this afternoon.

* Where they've changed my schedule so that I'm getting off work at 6 again. Le sigh. Dinner late again, I guess.
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Phil, tromping down stairs with laundry: "Argh! Masculine husband doing laundry! Masculine laundry! Stinky laundry! Laundry full of man-sweat!"

He makes me laugh, even as he does chores that I can't right now (no lifting for another few weeks).
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I dreamed I was in an old Victorian mansion, a huge thing, that we were trying to live in, but it kept falling apart. The ceilings/floors just collapsed. A giant apple tree was in the backyard, and the ground was covered with branches and fallen fruit that I had to try and save before it went rotten.

My dream symbolism, it finds subtlety unnecessary.
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1. There is a strong link (in a small study) connecting use of pthalates-containing products during pregnancy with kids who have ADD, not to mention various other not-so-good possible effects.

2. Many cosmetics, lotion, shampoo, nail polish, etc. contain pthalates.

3. They usually don't list it in the ingredient list.

Conclusion: WTF, world? Gah!
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The other day, a little girl (maybe 4 years old?) wanted to stand on the seat in the front of the bus, where it would be ridiculously easy to fall forward and crack your head open. Another bus rider said she was surprised the little girl wasn't old enough to know about good ideas and bad ideas, which she explained to the little girl for the next 5 minutes, with reinforcement from the mother.

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Last night, a woman got on the bus with two little girls, not actually her daughters. She sat them down and went to the front of the bus and started fussing with trying to find the money for the bus fare--this took more than 5 minutes. It was ridiculous. Meanwhile, the littlest girl starts fussing about wanting her mommy and works her way up to a full blown crying fit. So I jump in to distract her, babbling about anything to keep her from fussing. And it works.

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