Took Sula to the vet yesterday afternoon, to have the lump I found on her checked out. As I'd hoped (because it moved with her skin), it was a cyst (sebaceous) and the doc got it out right there and then. Which was both icky and satisfying, the way squeezing a pimple can be (ahem). This is yay.
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Fingertip pain making everything a bit of a chore. This is not so yay.
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Still pretty chuffed to finally have elected a person to the office of president who seems like a reasonable, intelligent human being, one I actually might trust to have the best interests of people other than his cronies in mind. I think I still don't quite believe it.
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I do wish we weren't, as a country, still so full of fear of gay marriage--which is essentially being afraid of the love and honor and partnership that is between two people simply because something about those two people being together seems threatening somehow.
I remember when I was in seventh grade, there were these two older kids I would see, very clearly in love. She was tall and slender with long blond hair and very pale skin, he was tall and slender with very dark skin. They were, just visually speaking--and I've always been a very visual person--beautiful together. I never knew them personally, they were well beyond my grade status; I heard talk about them, knew their names, and knew that there were people who felt very threatened by their connection.
I use this example, I think, because if it shows us anything, Obama's election shows us that we can change these things, and will.
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Fingertip pain making everything a bit of a chore. This is not so yay.
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Still pretty chuffed to finally have elected a person to the office of president who seems like a reasonable, intelligent human being, one I actually might trust to have the best interests of people other than his cronies in mind. I think I still don't quite believe it.
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I do wish we weren't, as a country, still so full of fear of gay marriage--which is essentially being afraid of the love and honor and partnership that is between two people simply because something about those two people being together seems threatening somehow.
I remember when I was in seventh grade, there were these two older kids I would see, very clearly in love. She was tall and slender with long blond hair and very pale skin, he was tall and slender with very dark skin. They were, just visually speaking--and I've always been a very visual person--beautiful together. I never knew them personally, they were well beyond my grade status; I heard talk about them, knew their names, and knew that there were people who felt very threatened by their connection.
I use this example, I think, because if it shows us anything, Obama's election shows us that we can change these things, and will.