I have what boils down to a phone call today, so you know that that takes care of the rest of plans.
I want to write an open letter to all the trans kids currently suffering under the brutal thumb of Right Wing Rot... but my emotions are gonna get drained enough through the shrinky stuff.
I might do an extra feature tomorrow. Time is of an essence with these kiddos. They need the support and writing is all I can really do.
Beloved is having some digestive issues, so the PLNs tonight are dependent on how amenable she is to going out.
In the meantime, I enjoy carbs, work on what I can, and hope for the best.