Large leather fan

Dear Escape Calico decided to take advantage of the open window (due to the oven's clean cycle) and sat on her perch and observed the outdoors and the birds. (She can't see the neighboring chicken coop, I think.) She's found a new path, behind my monitors. I am somewhat resigned to this, but she's still not allowed to go in front of them. (Despite my robust keyboard protection.)

I failed to photograph the moment when she was trying to barge forward and I was holding her back with my leather fan, but the mental image will remain with me a while.

Topics in therapy included how there is no such thing as an ethical billionaire (and how Dolly Parton keeps giving her money away), the yelling about delayed sleep phase and the terrible doctor, CBT-I and how it's incredibly unsafe to try and gaslight yourself into thinking you can drive when seriously underslept, what makes a disability socially constructed, the additional burden of dealing with doctors' offices while delayed sleep phased, the general AAAAAAAAAA of last week and the testing. Terrible Tuesday is probably on the docket for next time.

After that I went through the packet of papers that needed signing and discovered that I probably also want a list of the accommodations I would need at minimum if I ever needed to go inpatient (honestly probably wouldn't need that in the foreseeable future but it's a good thought exercise).

Then I set up a spreadsheet helping me rule out words for Wordle, because none of the other tools had the thing I want. This splits the word into component letters and will conditionally format it based on known yellow and green. (I sift out Nope letters by find and replace with a space.) It keeps my brains entertained, which is the point!

Mama has set up a group text for just us chickens, which is not a phrase I previously would have considered. She's sending some keyboards.