Ran at 6:00 in the fog-shrouded morning. It was 55º so I wore a tee over my sports bra. Then when I came inside I had these mysterious period cramp-like pains for about 10 minutes, though it’s not due till the end of the month.

Yesterday I had a totally disgusting experience. As I mentioned before, we have these dark caterpillars with a million needle-like legs sticking out to the side. Well, Tom said he saw a red worm in the tub the other day. The rain we got slammed with stirs up all kinds of goodies like this. So early yesterday morning the rats decided to clean house again which means everything they don’t want in their cage gets tossed outside. So it’s still kind of dark, I don’t have my glasses on, and I’m picking up torn pieces of the Coke box they decided was no longer a suitable hideaway, when all of a sudden I grabbed something cold, wet and slimy. Yeah, ew! Despite the gloom and lack of glasses, I could clearly see the color red, so I ran and dumped it and scrubbed my hands raw. It was gross!

The helicopters were buzzing about like crazy, dropping off and picking up people and objects all day long. I REALLY hope Tom’s right in saying they’re almost done.

Yay for Maine legalizing gay marriage! I doubt New Hampshire will be next like people had hoped since the governor’s been quoted as saying he thinks the “word” marriage should be reserved for a man and a woman.

And even though it’s just a fucking word. And how can some people say they don’t hate gays, they’re very nice people, BUT they shouldn’t have the right to marry??? They really contradict themselves with that big fat BUT. If you truly don’t hate someone then why would you want to exclude them from things?

I have to laugh when I try to imagine my grandparents’ reaction to the world as it is today if they were suddenly alive again (they died in the 80s). I can just picture someone mentioning Obama and them going, “A black president? That’s a joke, right?”

Then they’re told they’re in the gay region and they’d go, “The what? Oh, whatever, we’re all for being happy anyway.”

When suggested they go shopping they’d say, “We would, except we don’t know what half the crap is for these days.”

When my name was mentioned they’d be like, “Oh, yeah, Jodi? We’ll have to call her cross-town soon.”

The response to that, of course, would be, “Try emailing her cross country instead.”

While they weren’t the type to go out of their way to control, deny or trample one’s rights, I can assure you that they’d rather not have known you if you weren’t white, straight and Jewish. Different didn’t usually cut it in my family.