If you were there, what would you have done?

You know what kind of day you've had when the best part is that your flatulence no longer comes with anything extra.

Ten crackers and holding them down just fine, thank you very much. The 48-hour flu can be broken down thusly:
A.M. hours - up top.
P.M. Hours - down low.

Yay, me.

And Heifer? The work is done. Good Company? I'm working on it. Slowly.

In order to keep myself afloat, once again, you're invited to spend my night with me. It's 10:46 p.m.

Music to read by: Evanescence, Going Under. No particular symbolism, it's just a hell of a song.

First random thought of the evening: If you were there, what would you have done? We had homework here tonight centered around WWII and Stalingrad, the Final Solution, etc. I realized all my kids could have been phenotypical poster children for the Nazis. If you've never read Corrie Ten Boom's Book, In My Father's House, even if you're not of the Christian persuasion, it's an amazing book, and the brave people need heralded.

It kind of started the "I think I would have hidden or helped or resisted, but would I really have?" train of thought. I'd like to think I would. I'd like to think nothing like this would ever happen in our country, but I know it can and could at any point. I hope I would be strong enough. I think about it and I sincerely hope if anything of the sort happens, it would be after my children are out of the house so I don't drag them into it. It would be hard making that kind of decision, knowing the effect it could have on your kids. I'm just being honest, here. There's another book, Blood and Honor, an autobiography of a kid coerced into the Hitler Youth, that has a take on the "I had to" thing. His parents were probably like me, but this kid had the foundation to know right from wrong. It's a very profound book. The cover alone is worth looking at. It's why I first read it when I was a kid.

12:29 a.m. Crackers good, dry marshmallow cereal even better.

12:51 a.m. This woman is way stronger than me:
The doctor says: "Married. Five children. No tobacco. No alcohol." How does she survive the marriage and kids without alcohol and tobacco? Maybe she goes postal in her down time. Maybe she's biding her time until...

Nah. She's actually my mother's age and same demographics, but mine's widowed.

2:38 a.m. When you're tired, achy, and your legs know you've been sitting in one place for too long, a hot bath with Epsom salts and Skin So Soft is really a good idea. I don't exactly love citronella, but the SSS makes it a lot easier to massage your legs and feet. Just sayin'. I had one foot cooler than the other from mashing the foot pedal for work. I don't like that. Now, they match. And they're warm. I feel better than I have in a week. Yes, and the cereal is still in me! I know it sounds pathetic, but you have to understand: I didn't change my desk trash can liner because it was full, but because I might need somewhere to hurl. It's been a very long few days.

4:40 a.m. My husband and I have decided there are enough balls in the US. Ball pythons, that is. Maybe the other way, too, but I'm not into man bashing without good reason. There are ads up for gravid females imported (wild caught) from Africa, and it has to do something to the local environment, thousands upon thousands of snakes, their eggs, their little ones. What are the males there supposed to do? I know that the big rats in the balls' diets are also a food that the natives eat, but...I do think we have to stop importing ball pythons. With all the morph mutations now here, the combination for pretty snakes is astronomical. Ralph Davis calculated it, and when the sun burns out, we'll still not see the end of the combos of ball python morphs. I think this is the first political thing I've done here, and it's for the snakes. Go fig.

6:09 a.m. I'm done with work. I think I'm going to catch up on some of the shows I've missed through the week while my kids get ready to go to school. I can't believe that 10 hours ago I was completely and totally sure I'd end up on the floor, and now I'm ready to tell my lil' darlins that I feel better.