Mini vacation starts in... [watch me ramble]

... Is it time to go yet?
It's been an odd last day before the Thanksgiving break. ( I don't always take the Wednesday off, but it worked out this way. The library always closes on Friday after.) Today was quiet_elegance's long awaited steroid shot for his spine. That went well. Crime Fighter wandered all over the clinic's first floor, made a ton of friends, including ones who have access to goldfish crackers and cheerios. Previous visits to this clinic felt much longer. tamidon's elder had been contracted to babysit the boy(s), and apparently that went well. This meant QE could sleep a LOT. 
I got to go to therapy on time, had a nice, non-eventful chat with Susan-the-therapist. But it's nice to work on base-line brain care. Today's topic: how to convince my brain that I don't have to go nuts with Christmas shopping when I can't afford it. And I have an amazing stash of made by me stuff that I need to overhaul and gift to them's who's gettin' gifts. 
So, didn't get to work til 12:30. I had a great and long overdue lunch with lifecollage, who is back from her whirlwind month of travel. The afternoon's been quiet- Talked with office mate about the usual take over the world stuff, and sorted the stuff that needs to be filed. I haven't actually finished that filing, but it turns out there wasn't as much there as I expected.   
Tonight Amanda Fucking Palmer and Neil Gaiman are going to be in Lexington for a book thing for a friend of theirs whose name I honestly don't recall. But I couldn't resist the idea of missing an opportunity to see those 2 together. I haven't seen Mr. Gaiman since before AFP showed up in his life and haven't seen AFP since she was in the Dresden Dolls. drwex and I are meeting up for that, which will also be nice.
Tomorrow starts food prep for Thursday. You know. Like making apple sauce and prepping pies! I'm entirely happy we'll be just hanging out for the holiday at home, the 3 of us. Chasing Mr. D. is beyond exhausting when we're not on our home turf these days. 

So, many thanks in advance to my friends, my family, my job, my health, and so on and so forth. 

There and back again, Lexington edition

I was standing at the Alewife bus ... thingie- depot? And feeling a little nostalgic for my old bus routes... and then no bus arrived for a very long time, either 62 or 76. I stopped feeling nostalgic. Mind you, I still wait for my current buses way more than I'd like. I usually have more options for methods of returning home. The old way was: go to Alewife and hope for the best. Unsurprising, the traffic between the station and Lexington was snarled, primarily with crazy people going to Wilson Farm to get their goddamn bird (she says smugly, with a chicken in her fridge). 

I'm glad I went to the event, which to clarify was a book launch for a local guy, Amanda F. Palmer's own Mr. Miagi. Anthony Martignetti. She wrote about him recently being direly ill and gave me the impression he might not leave the hospital at the time of her writing. However, there he was, sharing his own memories from his book. Two very wrenching stories, which left me sad and uncomfortable, but like the kind of story you feel you must hear, that it's important. Amanda read the forward of the book (which she wrote) and sang some songs. Neil read a chapter from his new book,The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I only have to wait to get my copy of that until June.

Being there felt like I was intruding on dear friends' mourning of one who is likely going to be dead a lot sooner than one would expect or wish. But still- they did invite us in. I did pick up Martignetti's book (Lunatic Heroes). I may have a hard time reading it, I may not keep it, but it feels like right thing to do, to have this book, at least for a while.