vacation return thoughts

• I'm back from vacation, but somewhat to my surprise not hating life yet.
• Project Girlfriend resumes. There's been progress, but not the blindingly fast kind that I'd like.
• Seattle's light rail and Metro don't suck on weekdays as a way to get home from the airport.
• Looking forward to the Pride parade now. That's Saturday, 6/26. My peeps at MyCo had all kinds of useful logistical suggestions like "Take the bus" and "Leave early before buses fill up."
• I can has checking account. With just my name. No more confusion with Nibs, and no more cash to housemates.
• Nibs is off her pain meds because her face swelled again. Oy. I'll be step & fetching for her this weekend. Good thing I have zappy and will be hiding from the world anyway.

Florida postscript: My mom can beat up your mom.

It just so happened that shot day was this past Monday, when I was in Florida. I took out my works and did a little show and tell with Mom. I then offered to disappear before I jabbed myself with the long, scary needle. Mom said no. That's right: she's the only person who's watched me inject myself. No squeamish women in my family. Afterward she said that nobody who saw that could doubt my determination to change sex. Heh.

One more thing: TSA searched my bag on the way back. I think it was because I got a gift of clothing that consists mostly of chains.