What day is it again? Also, randomness.

• Trey is here until about the time I get off work, then I take him to the airport and have an evening at home alone before picking up my boys tomorrow. Love Trey, but I admit that the first night at home alone in a week and a half sounds appealing, even if washing dishes looks to be a large part of it. I would feel bad about how little time I've seen him this visit except that it's likely he's moving here at the end of the month, which means I have time.
• Molly Moon's Basalmic Strawberry ice cream is really, really good. I will get something else next time, but I'm still thinking about it days later.
• Rainier cherries are still awesome.
• I am stressed almost beyond reason. A large part of this is the learning curve, a medium part of this is having to deal with a couple of long-term anxiety triggers along with work, and a smaller part of this is just still being really amazingly tired. I'm getting more sleep but I can't seem to catch up. Looking forward to the weekend. Hope it isn't too hot so that I can be at home for a while and maybe recharge a bit. I really need to recharge before I just break. To borrow a phrase from my friend Nicole, my coping tank is perilously low.
• I have managed to totally fuck up my wireless network at home. It will require a hard reset of my Airport Express, I think. Argh.
• I have had more soda this week than I had even at Origins, which is boding ill. I have thus brought my lunch AND my water bottle AND some sparkling water and will attempt to go cold turkey today. I won't be weighing myself for at least another week because I know there's been damage and I've got to mitigate it.
• Bought an awesome top that's just a touch too small for me. It'll sort out, though.
• May yet have a computer of my own at work today. That would be good.
• Discovered a MUCH cheaper parking option near my work, costing less than half per day AND it's at Benaroya Hall, so I'm supporting the arts. Go me. ;)
• Want to write. Can't write. Too much going on. Sigh. I can feel the idea slipping away and I can't spare the hour to sit down and even sketch it. I so hope this weekend gives me more time, but with the boys at home there's no telling.
• I feel vaguely ookey. Darn it.