Thursday short form

[rolanni]

I'm condensing this because the story is convoluted and played out over several days, starting the day before Thanksgiving,

Short form:  I was scheduled for an MRI this Saturday in Brunswick, which is about 110 mile round trip from the Confusion Factory.  It turns out that I need TWO MRIs and I have opted to have both done at the same time, rather than drive 110 miles back-to-back.  All of this took a lot of time and angst, and produced much confusion, and too many phone calls, and I am ... rather low because this is exactly the sort of thing that sets me on my ear.

The good news is that I now have Friday-Saturday-Sunday-Monday to write.

That said, I've been thinking lately about Jessica Rabbit and her famous line, "He makes me laugh."

Now, I bow to none in my admiration of Jessica Rabbit, but in this, she was wrong.  "It's not, "He MAKES me laugh."  It's "He LETS me laugh."  Which is to say, he -- let's call him, oh, Steve -- creates a space in which it's safe to experience joy, to be glad, to laugh, and to be yourself without fear and without editing.

And on that note?

Everybody have a good evening.  Stay safe.  I'll check in tomorrow.