Gnomograms Transmissions from the server garden

In big news around here, my car hit 100,000 miles yesterday:

It took 10 years, but I finally made it. She’s a good little car. To quote Star Wars, “She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid.” She could totally make the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.

Check it out, new quilt in progress:

Liam's Quilt

I’m rolling along quite nicely on it. In the end, it will look like this, except (much) larger and with different colors.

An update on the whole trying-to-get-off-meds thing: I saw a new doctor this week for the next step in getting off mood medication (my old doctor moved to a new, far-away location). She told me flat out (and I quote), “Your problems can’t be fixed with therapy.” She also told me some other unhelpful, tear-inducing things that had me at a loss for words. Singularly the most frustrating, confusing, and unbelievable doctor’s appointment I’ve ever had. Long story short, I won’t be going back to see her. Unless maybe I feel like I need to be told I’m a bad person for wanting to make a change in my life. Because then, sure, I’ll call her right up.

Other things going on in our house: Josh has been brewing beer right and left. We literally have beer sitting around in random places in our house. Like in our bathtub at the moment. Not, like, a bathtub full of beer (you were picturing it, right? Gross), but rather a carboy full of beer, sitting in the bathtub. Covered by a black plastic bag. Which freaks me out every time I groggily get up in the morning and forget it’s there (because from the corner of your eye it looks like a ominous, hulking black form). Apparently Josh puts it in the bathtub because the fermentation process could cause it to explode at any minute, or something like that.

Exploding beer from a bathtub, folks. The line starts right over there.

(Just kidding, I promise his beer has been very good so far. And so far there’s only been one or two minor explosions.)