Okay, I'm having one of those days where all the clients who call ask reasonable questions I can answer, no one uses unlikely profanity, and there's a very good chance that I won't speculate that the general intelligence of the population is on a downswing. Well, mostly. I have my doubts regarding certain metropolises and the entirety of the federal agency controlling Medicare. But still.
Huh. So this is what a good day is like.
I should mark this on a calendar somewhere. It's very--weird.
Also, our staff meeting today was funny. Possibly because there was sharing of the naked flashing home visit client and how it a lottery system decided who had to go.
14valentines got off to a seriously energetic start, with this post from rageprufrock
I wrote, last year today, about women like the burst-open lips of figs, about how women have worn their history as odalisks and sacrifices and mothers and daughters and victims like jewelry -- I wrote about how despite all of this, we sometimes forget how far we have come, and more importantly how far we have yet to go.
And to add in, her first fic offering:
Bang, in which John is not a battered woman. Really.
Seriously. Lots of fic, images, and ideas in there. Check it out.