Okay, just one entry on politics.

What follows is a quoted comment from a discussion on Facebook that started about peace and love and descended into political screaming matches about women's bodily and reproductive autonomy. This was a comment on how to do things right. I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy, but this just makes so much sense that any argument against it feels pointless.
All parties remain anonymous.
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Aww, kitty.

I don't think I'm getting sick, but my temperature is 98.8 F - normal for most people, low fever for me. Also, I feel warm and cold, shivery and sweaty, etc. It could just be the ongoing fibromyalgia flare. Or something. Who the hell knows anymore.

Adam worked today for a while and will work again next week, but he won't be back in full swing for a while. My anxiety over this is controlled, because this happens every year, but it still makes me twitchy.

This morning, I woke up to find Luna curled up in a tiny ball against my torso, so I lay there for an extra hour because I hate disturbing her when she's sleeping right up against me. It was lovely. After Luna woke up and went for her breakfast, Rose climbed on me and lay there, nuzzling my face, so I stayed for another half hour. Oh, my cats are spoiled.