Elise Matthesen

Last night, or whenever I slept earlier today whether night or not, was full of a dream.

(I grew up across the street from someone who started every conversation with "So otherwise then," as a preamble to the news of the day.

In an essay published on Medium, in reaction to a New York Times guest essay about Gay vs.

Pretty sure I used up my entire supply of exclamation points in the previous post. comments

(Since I'm recuperating from this concussion, I'm making things easy by recycling parts of this earlier explanation of what the good ship BIRTHDAY PARTY is, how it works, and so forth.

Recovering from a traumatic brain injury is a bigger project than it seemed at first.

There were thunderstorms going flickaflick kaBOOMba in the Twin Cities much of the night, so I am awake.

It's nice to have good news to share.

How did it be April?

Whoops!

There's someone who is trying to raise funds for memorial services and to bury his brother who died of exposure last weekend.

Here's where I am today, I guess. https://www.youtube.com/watch?

After some trouble getting ahold of me, my sister has let me know that our mother died this morning.

...EXTREME COLD WARNING IN EFFECT FROM 9 PM THURSDAY TO 11 AM CST FRIDAY... ...EXTREME COLD WATCH NOW IN EFFECT FROM FRIDAY MORNING THROUGH SATURDAY MORNING... * WHAT...For the Extreme Cold Warning, dangerously cold wind chills of 35 to 45 below expected.

(Whoever hellseries on AO3 is, this is for them, because it was their comment on https://archiveofourown.org/works/75916086 that made it happen.)

I have met the deadline and posted the thing!

Yes, I am cutting it close.

Um.

So, just a few minutes ago in one place or another, I was reading what someone had to say about style.

He were brilliant.

I test negative for COVID these days, and feel a lot better.

tl:dr Silly body is silly.

The status around here is STILL RESTING LIKE A POTATO, though yesterday I did give in to "this needs to be done, it is a safety issue, and I'm the only one who's likely to do it."

Apropos of recent attic archaeological finds (no, I mean from my actual attic*), there was a time when Mike and I were talking about funnymen and who-knows-what, and I conflated two names.

At our house, Opportunity Food is defined as what you can make when you can't stand up that long today.