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I don't know how you'd cope with this.

My new mantra: This is hard. This will pass.

Been meaning to update for a few days but the sitch on the ground continues to evolve, so to speak. We are all well, but the Dude will now only abide if he is somewhere on my body and/or being gently shaken. Makes it hard to do much of anything, especially anything that involves my hands or a desk, which would interfere with the shaking. I would, however, like to thank the folks who invented the laptop, without which I may never have been able to figure out how to meet the Dude's needs and mindlessly surf. Wonder if the apple product testers ever had to figure out how to get formula out of a motherboard...

The Dude and I just watched the SNL with Green Day and Cameron Diaz. Diaz still makes me wanted to beat my chest and weep for those who find her appealing, but it was worth sitting through her to get to Green Day. They just keep getting better. Also good is the Taxi rerun right after, in which Judd Hirsch and Louie have a contest to see who can make the most money. I'd forgotten what a really good sitcom can do with such a simple idea. Oh, and is it wrong that I have a slight crush on Jeff what'shisname? I must be more tired than I thought.

If nothing else, the lap baby has allowed me to catch up on my mindless media, like Miss Congenialty 2, which was fun and completely silly, and Michael Palin's new travel series Himalaya, which is also silly and fun, but in a completely different way.

Again, that aside, I'd again like to mention how different it is this time around. Yes, there are moments that suck -- like this evening when the Diva informed me that she didn't like me anymore (to which I responded: just wait until you're 13, then I burst into tears.)-- but I know that this is all just temporary. A temporary pain in the ass a lot of the time, but, still, transient. And for this enlightenment, I'd like to thank the makers of Zoloft and everry shrink I've ever known.

In terms of things that are truly tragic, please send your kind thoughts to my friend Katie Granju's family, whose lives must be bleak beyond measure right now. Now would be a good time to pray to the diety/life force/fruit bowl of your choice.


It's a good mantra. It helped me through many rough spots in Rebecca's first year. ;) Now that I see the light at the end of the tunnel, I can reassure you: Yes, it will pass (and funny how you will even miss some of it). This is a blip on the screen, even though it feels huge now. Be kind to yourself. And don't hesitate to ask others for help!

Just tell the Dude that nothing is fucked, they're just a bunch of fucking amateurs.

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