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January 19, 2017 at 08:30PM

If anxiety were an alternative fuel source, I would singlehandedly solve climate change. If we don’t count all of the paper I’m using for my various lists.
Of course there’s a list of my lists, how reckless do you think I am?!
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January 19, 2017 at 06:34PM

Prepping for the #womensmarch, can’t tell anymore if I’m making myself nuts or assuaging my anxiety. I’m honestly more concerned about the bus ride than I am the march itself, but I’ll have Michael and Kadi and Teresa to help, so I refuse to panic.
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January 18, 2017 at 12:03AM

Michael helped me get the beauty shots for my North Shore pullover yesterday. Colorwork success! I’m still not really happy with my stranding skills – I had to reknit that yoke a whole bunch, and ended up with it at a looser gauge than I would have preferred, and each row too for-fricken-ever, but I just need more practice. I have enough yarn left for a kid’s sweater in this yarn, but I don’t know that kid+cashmere is a road I should be going down.
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January 18, 2017 at 11:31PM

Warm enough to take a couple of laps around Como Lake this afternoon with Mary. She was so sweet to suggest the walk, to gauge my walking abilities for the upcoming march. We went farther than the march will be, so it looks like I’m going to be okay!
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January 13, 2017 at 06:50PM

Finally worked up the strength to watch Obama’s farewell address. We were so lucky to have him.

I had my first Trump nightmare, trying to take a nap this afternoon. He was staying overnight in my parents’ old house in Oklahoma (?), and I tried to sleep on the couch because I didn’t feel safe in the room next to him. In the middle of the night, I went into my room to get something and he followed me in. He was super creepy and suggestive, and I was able to slip past him into the bathroom. Somehow he got past the locked door and started trying to rape me, wielding a weird leaf-shaped swordlike weapon. I was able to distract him by asking him questions about it, and managed to get a giant pointy stick of my own, but when I tried to stab him in his flabby crotch he just laughed.

Suspecting this is the first in a series.