Tom and I have switched mattresses once again. The new mattress pad is wonderfully plush and comfy. Although a little firmer and less bouncy, with it I can stand to sleep on his mattress and give him my old one. I just hope the mattress pad stays plush and doesn’t bottom out in just a couple of months. Then I’ll hope that this mattress will last the rest of our Cali time. In Florida, I can decide which one to reorder, his or my old one. He already put a slight dent in one side, and this time I’ll be sure to spin it every month or so.

I’ve “liked” a few tweets of Aly’s, but she still hasn’t blocked me, changed handles, or told Kim. Notifications not going through?

I was reading this journal written by a young Indian woman who lives in India where marriages are arranged and they look down at you if you don’t have a kid. I can’t imagine for the life of me having to marry a total stranger, one who may be an abusive asshole and that I wasn’t even attracted to, and then forced into motherhood. Women are at least allowed to work and drive there now, so maybe someday they’ll get freedom of choice when it comes to who they marry, if they marry, and whether or not they want to have kids.