New post up at Somewhere in the Middle: Coming Out All Over Again, about coming out in new ways, and remembering that coming out is scary.

My sister just called. ( My stepfather was rushed to the hospital this morning with chest pain radiating down his left arm. )

Irony is getting your very last period two days before your hysterectomy, and having it be, for the first time in months, actually on schedule.

I got the big rat cage cleaned. Two smaller ones to go and bill paying, and cleaning off the bedside tables, and getting witnesses to my power of attorney paperwork.

( And some more, ickier tasks )

( Fear is the Little Death )