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Cayne is snoring, and I can't sleep-they're usually related, but tonight they're not. So instead, I'm poking at wedding planning stuff and wondering about the weather. Weather.ca doesn't do as well as weather.com for finding US weather. Course wundgerground is better, but weather.ca is cached and starts to come up as soon as I type W into the browser. I think barking_iguana is hoping for a snow day. He says it depends on what the weather does between three and five AM, and I don't feel like going to look, though zedrikcayne said it was getting very icy and that I should be very careful if I went outside. I'm not. I wish I had my bathrobe though-it's in the bedroom where barking_iguana is sleeping.

I think one of the things I hate about being ill is that I sleep so much...that means when I start feeling better my sleep schedule is a mess. Course the fact that I don't like the way breathing feels at the moment probably isn't helping...I feel like I'm breathing damp air all the time. (This is, by the way, normal for an upper respiratory infection, and if it doesn't subside soon-ish, I promise, I'll make some phone calls and such. I even took a good look at the sputum today to see if it had gone to bronchitis yet or not. It hasn't. It's the right consistency but wrong color...how sick is it that I know that?) I did mention the not liking the way I'm breathing to Cayne, who was very concerned. If I could find my peak flow meter, I'd check it out and see how low it's gone, but I have no idea where it is. it's probably not at or above my green zone but not in the space between red and yellow yet...it's not like my fingers or lips are turning blue. (If you feel any need for an explanation of all that, let me know and I'll edit this to have one.)

Time for more weather.

Infuriating

Via Daily Kos...

I know that many of my readers are residents of Virginia, or know people who reside there.
I know that many of you care about womens health, and reproductive rights.

Live in Virginia, Have a miscarriage, go to jail?

I'm no longer a resident of Virginia, but you can bet your buns that I'd be all over this if I were still there.

(I don't think I have an appropriately angry icon for this post.)

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So I think we finally found a rabbi...I called this guy off the list that I got from a colleague of Mom's, and we played phone tag for a few weeks, and I spoke with him today. We'll make an appointment to go meet with him tomorrow, and go from there. He seems like a nice guy, he's young...we got into a conversation about this, and it turns out he'll be 30 not quite two weeks before I will.

We've taken care of a lot of the wedding details so far...dresses and a location and all kinds of other things, but choosing someone to officiate, and feeling like I found someone is different. In fact, I described it as the scariest part of the wedding plans. It was rock in your stomach scary. I'm not sure why. The feeling passed quickly, but it was there.

I'm glad it was there, because at least it reminds me of how seriously I'm taking this whole thing. It was a shocker though.