...where I get to thrill anew every morning at the fact that I have an
"@berkeley.edu" email address.

The storm is so exciting (I know it will cause trouble and maybe even
injury/loss. That's not the part I like, but I really do like dramatic
weather.) The fountain outside my office is having its plumes thrown
halfway across campus. The wind is loud and moany, and most everyone has
called in to say they're working from home. It's just my favorite boss
and me right now.

Yesterday and the day before were such a mixed bag. I teeter on the seesaw
of joy and mental breakdown a lot these days. I'm trying to just hold it
together until tomorrow when the Munchkin leaves for home, and then this
weekend is just for me to curl up in a ball and not do anything I don't
want to do.

Really, about six times a day I feel like saying to the world, "Listen, I
can't take care of you right now, okay?" and then I get an urge to take
care of someone, and it makes me feel better, so as schizoid as I am, I'm
coping okay by just rolling with the flow.

And we got some great news: the doc gave my mom permission to go back to
work on Monday. This is extra-amazing, because he's the one who told me
and my siblings that most stomach-cancer patients *never* go back to work.
And Monday is exactly one month from her surgery. He called her
"amazing". She clearly is.

The wind is now HOWLing. You have no idea how excellent this is for my
mental state. Yay, windstorm, yay!

The wind just blew the rain horizontal for a minute. Wheeee!

(Apologies to anyone whose roof just blew off or anything, honest, but I really love this a lot.)

Happy birthday to someone who treated me as a good friend even when we were strangers.

Much love and happiness, cerulean_me!