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A nagging little voice kept telling me to take an early shower this morning, but I told it no, there's no rush on a Saturday morning, right?

Now, of course, there's been a water main break and we have no water in the pipes.

I'm not the world's most intuitive person. I rarely get hunches at all, so you'd think maybe I'd have the time to pay some heed to the few hunches I do get.

Oh well, the water people say they're working on it...

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So there's this friend I've been trying to encourage to be bold, to go after his dreams, to take the risks necessary to get what he truly wants out of life. And finally it sinks in (I can be awfully slow sometimes) that his greatest dream is to never have to take risks again, to play it safe even if it means effacing his personality, rubbing out his Self entirely for the sake of being... what? Nothing. For the sake of a kind of peace only available to the dead.

I have no words to express how much this disturbs me.


In other news, we got water back a little before 1 p.m., which is a good thing 'cos otherwise I'd have been dodging paint cans at a departing housemate's new house just to get a shower. Yes, I really was that desperate to get clean--and then I went & spoiled it after my shower by getting sweaty all over again carrying water from the fire hydrant they were flushing to the trees in our yard. Hey, no sense wasting perfectly good (albeit slightly rusty) water during a drought, right?


Oh, and a book recommendation for anyone with any disability that's not apparent to the naked eye--diabetes, fibromyalgia, depression, whatever--Living Well With a Hidden Disability: Transcending Doubt and Shame and Reclaiming Your Life by Stacy Taylor & Robert Epstein. Just finished reading that one. Now working on one that's not illness-related, Transforming Fire: Women Using Anger Creatively by Kathleen Fischer. Yeah, I'm going for the light reading this month.