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This morning I woke to hear good news in a friend's life about a new job that will be really wonderful (nothing official but die will surely post something when it is). That good news has kept me going today. An almost completely full large bottle of liquid laundry soap spilled over our laundry room floor. There was no time to clean it up before work and I work 11 hours today. We covered it with dirty clothes to keep the cats from walking through it.

I'm still thinking about Concertino, but though I have has generous offers of roomshares (and will respond individually tonight) I really should conserve gas and funds and stay home, especially now that I have the car repair to pay for. As it is we are driving to Pa next weekend and I am missing 2 days of work. I've also learned that someone I really wanted to see can not go.

I'm trying very hard to make this be a decent day, but it isn't working very well so far.

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At what point do I get a break?

The AC in Greg's car stopped working last weekend on my way home from Balticon. More specifically the fan stopped working completely. I've been planning all week to make time to get the car to the shop, but we'd be down to one car unless I get the Honda from the townhouse, which I haven't been able to make myself do. Now the driver's window won't close. Tomorrow morning, early, we have to take my car to the shop, then Faeryn must get me to work before she goes to court about her traffic accident from a few weeks ago. Then, it turns out, my evening person from the book store can't work tomorrow after all, so I will be working from 9am to 8pm tomorrow, with (hopefully) a small break if Faeryn can relieve me long enough to get me to the bank and to let me eat something.

To top it all off, I've got a nasty headache that won't go away with any of my normal remedies, including a vicodin.

All day I've been listening for Greg's voice and waiting to feel him hug me. It is odd how much worse the really bad headaches are to deal with now that he isn't here. He couldn't DO anything, but he was around if I needed him. He made me remember to drink fluids (which I will go do in a minute), he told me he loved me, he held me, or he just read or played on the computer next to me while I rested.

I need his car to be fixable and fixed. It is one of the few things of his that I have left, and I need it to be around for a very long time. I even got vanity plates to put on it since I had to change tags when it got transfered to my name. The new tags say GEMSKYT. If/when I get the van fixed and back on the road, the tags on that will say GEMSKTN, if at all possible.

Really, I can't take anything more.