A few posts ago was Bro's & my version of knock-down, drag-out fight. We don't do anger well in my family <sigh>. At least Bro shares my preference for straightforward communication (speaking of Vulcan, Kazehana, he's an INTJ. Most definitely the Spock of the family, to be appealed to through logic, reason, and objectivity).
I told them not to come for Gen Con. It's a terrible idea logistically and financially. K can bring Gram down for a film festival later on (hopefully? Othello has been busy with summer teaching and completely out of touch) where being a little old lady in a wheelchair won't be so difficult to manage, there will be other nice films for her to watch, and shy won't fry her brain trying to figure out cosplayers.
Bro & Mrs are suggesting swinging by over Labor Day weekend instead. Charlie and I would be settling into our new place, so could potentially bunk them in my room and I'd sleep in my second room. BUT one of the nurses at work is having her wedding in Las Vegas that weekend, and half the hospital is going. I'm positive they'll try to coerce me into working that weekend.
I have been mostly vegetablizing during a long stretch of days off (I ran once! for seven minutes!) and am faced with the panic of tomorrow being my last free day to complete my crapton of online training for work before deadline on 7/31. Ah well, it's 9 months late already. What's another month? Besides, I legit lost a solid week of function after the contaminated needlestick debacle.
I've somehow started overlapping bingeing and bulking, so I'm chowing down on chocolate cake AND protein shakes. In a quite bizarre place mentally/behaviorally as these things go. Did I have a point to this post? Not sure. I missed the "pleasantly nappy" phase post-Benadryl tonight. It's 12:17 AM, and I am wired.