On a bit of a rant.

I need to get up out of my chair. NOW. I need to get back to work. NOW. I can't just yet.

 Last night, I cried and cried. First, I cried in anger - in rage. I railed at fate; the inevitability of it all. The more things change, the more they stay the same. 'Round and 'round we spin back to the same place we've always been.

Later, after a distraction, the second wave of sobs. This time I cried in shame.

I will sail out into my life, unchanged, unmarked. I will spend this week with friends and make new ones. I will come home to my husband and rejoice in our success. This rage and sadness will abate for me.

Because I am privileged in my skin tone.

I can ask for help from authority when I need it, unafraid, always.

I can walk alone and not fear that I will be stopped or accused or suspected.

This sadness and rage will abate for me.

After a time, my heart will quicken and be joyful.

I will be happy.

I am sad.

Pickle Toes

Look at my Panda bear. She has fluffy toes.

Zagging with the Zig!

Finally getting to wear my Gatsby inspired Goorin Bros. fascinator!

I may be a bit bored...

This is how I kill time. With a smirk.

Feeling hot, hot, hot!

You know it's a scorcher when you beg for extra, EXTRA ice!

And yes, I should have used my reusable cups! In my paltry defense, I can't wash a dish without ouching my hands. Sorry, environment.

If I confess to turning the A/C on, I'm doomed for all eternity, aren't I?

Good night!

Happy Thors-day!

Drip, drip drop...

Good morning!