and I want a pony, too (no, I don't)

There's an abortion debate on a listserv I'm on that has, surprisingly,
stayed civil. I've just agreed with a pro-abortion(*) guy who said that
if we focus on late-term abortions, we're letting the scare tactics of the
religious right carry the debate.

My response:

In general, I have to agree with you. I am personally opposed to very-late-term abortion, but I think that the anti-abortionists (I don't think they're actually pro-life) use late-term abortion as a heartstrings-tug so that they can impose more and stricter controls on the most common abortions, those that happen early.

(Full disclosure: In my ideal world, there would be no -- or very very few -- abortions. My ideal world has free birth control, good sex ed from an early age, stigma-free access to prenatal care and adoption, and lifelong universal health care. I'm not holding my breath.)

*I say "pro-abortion" and "anti-abortion" because I find "pro-life" and
"pro-choice" to be so full of spin that they can't make it out of my mouth

Thank you...

...to jb98, who called me last night to make sure I wasn't still in a deep funk, and to share her joy with me. Love you a lot, jb!

...to wild_irises and loracs and tracytreefrog and sogwife and dbubley and leback and waywardcats, who made me feel like part of the Dream Team while stonebender was in the hospital.

...to everyone who reminded me to take care of myself, who sent gifts and/or cards, and who let us know we were loved and cared about.

This weekend, I am taking a No-Plans break. Nothing planned. Nothing. If I do stuff, it'll be because I want to. Otherwise, nothing. Nada. Zilch. Yay.

randomosity

looking up hostels for a friend

endlessly refreshing websites that won't change

playing "she's saving me" on endless repeat so I can learn the words

there is no way the words about what my activities are this evening can capture how I feel, how right I feel in my skin and my life right at this moment

the layer between my skin and bones feels like it's been chilled, but only on the left

I cracked the wheat for this tabouli myself. no, that's a lie. I used the grain grinder.

I miss everyone I've ever lost, and it will never end

And it's okay

"It feels like no fear. It feels like no doubt. It feels like inside-out."