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Was planning to post about hassles with insurance company; may still do that tomorrow. Now posting that older daughter chaoswolf got mugged last night -- well, tonight, since I haven't been to sleep yet. She's OK; a bit roughed up. Went in to Kaiser ER to have her checked out. Just got back. G'night.

OK. I'm awake...

...for suitably small values of awake. Got up at my usual 6:15 or so; the careful reader will note that this means I'm running (if you can call it that) on about 2 hours' worth of sleep. Don't try this at home. (All bets are off at a con.)

In a few minutes I'll try rousing the chaoswolf to see whether she's up for school -- I know she wants to get there by 8:30 to connect with her GF before a karate class at 9:30.

Then I have to drag myself over to my insurance agents' office to pay the earthquake insurance premium that the company stupidly, and for the first time, sent to my bank as a separate bill rather than as part of the regular homeowners' bill. Yes, I could change companies, but the cost would be about the same and it would provide more opportunities for screw-ups.

(9:15)update: The Wolfling's at school, looking and feeling a lot better than she did last night (not hard, but still encouraging). Her new bed is due sometime late this afternoon, so I have to go up to her room and finish clearing a space for it.

Sleep? What's that?

Knitters take note

Laptop sleeve made from an old sweater

(From Make)

Evening update

The chaoswolf is looking a lot better; I think she went upstairs to bed. Thanks to all for the good wishes.

Her new loft-style bed arrived this afternoon (a little earlier than expected; nobody's complaining). It puts her awfully close to the ceiling, but that's her choice. For some unguessable reason we ended up with two extra sets of slats. I'll take 'em back tomorrow. The gardener is willing to take her pretty but bulky dresser. Nobody here wants it, and the gardener has done some amazing work on the yard.

I am

I am...

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.

I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.

I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.

We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.

If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win.

--from leianora, via ataniell93 and kshandra