Tuesday

Way too much to do at work. And, tomorrow's class is throwing off my sleep-wake rhythm and that's bumming me out.

Class was great. The read was great, the discussion was great. Tying together Farmer's ideas about structural violence and seeing how that played out in Lia's life. Fish Soup. And C's exercise showed me why PIH has always made so much sense to me: whatever it takes.

Thinking about what I'm going to do with my life gets heavy all of a sudden.

Another batch of homemade soup. Even without K's secret soup secrets, it turned out pretty good. Love those little pastas in the bottom of the bowl. But, for the record: I'd still love to know the secrets, K. (And, also, I know how you LOVE that I abbreviate names.)

Phone messages are screwing up. Twice, I haven't gotten one message until a second has been left. Erg. Sister: I just today got your message about Xmas plans!!

Happy Birthday to KG! Enjoy Vegas!