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...like getting puked on by the three year old. She had a nightmare and got herself ALL worked up and I have no idea where that child got that hair-trigger gag reflex *ignores peanut gallery*, but once again I was suddenly topless and wiping down a half-asleep toddler while Marc changed the bed.

So, yeah. My life is so glamorous. *reaches for Hennessy*

I'll post about TWH tomorrow, I think, but one observation for now. I've done a lot of road tripping in the last 2 months, crossing 12 states and driving all the way from Houston TX to Salem MA. USAmericans, I know that we have a complicated relationship with our country, its attitudes and its government, and I know that we don't really do nationalism all that well, and I think that those things are healthy and good and appropriate. But whatever else it may be, this country is just fucking gorgeous. I drove through the swamps in deep summer when they were sleepy and the cypresses were heavy with moss and then today the leaves were just really starting to turn for real; the difference from just last Wednesday was noticeable. We have such a lovely thing here, so rich and complicated and varied and beautiful and just amazing. I was going to fangirl the planet in this post, but then I read about the earthquakes (I've been so out of touch) and that seemed inappropriate because she can be such a bitch, so let me just have a moment of awe, then. Wow.