A John Mulaney and Wham! Kind of Saturday Night

 I re-watched John Mulaney's Baby J that my mom has memorized.  It's my second time watching it.  It's good. I do wish he had more comedy specials.  I have a Wham! documentary on now.  I can hardly contain my excitement.

I am kind of suspecting that I might be blocked by Cassie on social media.  After the 2016 election, she wanted to go off social media, she spiraled about what had happened.  She ran and hid in a garage when someone told her she would have to work harder.  I can't explain what it is, I can make guesses.  Was I offensive for not saying thank you right away?  Maybe?  I've had a lot of people never thank me for anything.  I'm used to it.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm wrong.   

I have been listening to Jen Psaki's book and it's really good in other ways, like dealing with difficult people at work.  Will I be able to put in that play?  Probably not, but I can work on it.  It's giving me stuff to think about.  She mentioned a friend who was struck with cancer in her 20s and how people didn't know what to say so she lost people.  She said the worst thing is not to say anything.  Say something.  Her friend had felt forgotten.  Yeah. I felt that part.  Say something.

There's a couple of pages in Promise Me, Dad, Joe Biden's book.  I think it's page 55 or 56.  He is meeting with the families of police officers who were killed in an incident in New York City.  He talked to one widow and what he said to her what struck a chord with me.  He gave her his phone number which sounds salacious as I type it, but reading those pages, anyone will see, it was an empathetic person offering a kind ear as he has done with so many other people.  The part with the Chinese man who didn't speak English had me in tears when he showed up at Beau's funeral.  The man had lost his son and Joe was there to comfort him.  This same man drove to Delaware to show his respect.  There was a language barrier, but their grief was understood.  I told Corinne keep a Kleenex handy when she read it.  

I am a little sad for my mom about her eyes.  She has issues with her spilling because of her vision. I don't know what to do.  I wish I had family here and I don't begrudge them for living in Florida.  It's hard when people live apart.  I don't know if they would have had the life that they had if they stayed here. I get it.  My heart is breaking a little bit more for my mom.  I am looking forward to my nephew staying with us.  He'll be a good human for her to have around and help her out with some things. We all like our game shows.  

I wish there was an eye doctor for my mom to help her.  Our eye doctor retired and nobody told us, she didn't go on a regular basis but I did.  I know she wouldn't go to my eye doctor but our old eye doctor has a son that has a practice in Burlington.  Then that's more bills.  

Life is a lot today.

I need a hug.

To all the good humans, you have a lovely night and sleep best.  I don't think there's too many of your kind.  

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