CAMPTOWN LADIES NEVER SANG ALL THE DOO DAH DAY

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I found the remote control for the TV. It had been missing since Thursday and I thought I would die without it. Before I went to sleep Wednesday night, I remember putting it in the console on the couch, but that was another of my vivid dreams because it was actually stuck inside the couch on the opposite side from the console. 

Saturday afternoon I took a nap and dreamed Favorite Young Man picked me up and drove me to North Carolina to meet his significant other. We'll call her K. In Dreamland, it takes only a couple of minutes to go from Jacksonville, Florida, to North Carolina. 

Yes, I am in touch with FYM––from a distance. I am very proud of him and the hard work he's done to stay clean and sober. I have also spoken to K, who is great. She is the one who tracked me down so FYM and I could get in touch. I had emailed him a couple of times but he had changed his email so he didn't know I was looking for him and was willing to lift the restraining order that had been in place for four years.

So in the dream I met K and they had a large cake on their table. Then we went to a church reception hall where elderly couples were seated at tables. Each table had a cake on it. The old people told FYM and K it was time for them to get married and they needed to choose one of the cakes for their wedding (a bunch of nosy, pushy folks). At this point, the dream ended.

No choclate was harmed in the making of this dream. All the cakes were white. I didn't eat any of the cake in the dream, but I wonder if I'm craving cake? Cake is pretty good stuff, but I'm not all that hungry.

I had an appointment with my beloved psychiatrist. He was positive, as usual. He sees my depression as an opportunity to revamp my medication. He submitted the prescriptions. It will take a while to get them because the company keeps cutting our benefits. We have to receive our prescriptions by mail now, which can take weeks.

Dr. Spooner also told me he was going to see Squirrel Nut Zippers Saturday night. He was amazed I know who they are. He said his family and friends have no interest and no knowledge of them. My love for them goes way back to hearing them on A Prairie Home Companion.

Well, that's the news from Lake Junebug. Hope you have a good week.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

GRAB HIM BY THE TESLACLES

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Thank you for your supportive comments on my most recent post. I continue my LOA and my depression. I've been going nuts tonight because I can't find the remote for the TV. I know where I put it. I guess it grew feet and got up and walked away.

Now, for the important business. President Musk, according to his alarmingly inappropriate wife, Dawn, will leave the White House soon. How sad we shall be to see him go, but apparently his administration's own policies are having a negative impact on his businesses. He's lost quite a bit of money. Not enough to become the world's second richest man, but no one likes losing money. My 401K is unhappy, too. 

If any of you have seen a meme saying Warren Buffett supports tariffs, it's not true. Berkshire Hathaway scurried and hurried to issue a statement that the oracle of Omaha does not approve of the tariffs.

You know who else doesn't like tariffs? Penguins, that's who.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

54 MINUTES

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Fifty-four minutes––that's how long I lasted at work yesterday. It was the length of the team meeting. 

The entire meeting consisted of the supervisor telling us you can't do this, you can't do that, if you do such and such, you will be terminated immediately. 

Meeting over and I logged out. Told the sup I hadn't slept the night before, which was true.

I cannot and will not work where I'm threatened constantly. If I wanted to deal with threats, I could have kept the last shit job I had, which included better benefits. 

When I'm threatened, it awakens all the threats in my past, especially my husband telling me, I'll see to it you're locked up in a mental institution for the rest of your life.

I didn't sleep again last night and texted the sup I couldn't work today. I added, I can't deal with the negativity. 

Next step is going back on a leave of absence because I'm experiencing crying jags and I'm definitely depressed after my depression being in remission for a few years. Then I have to make some other decisions. 

When I finally slept sometime yesterday, I had another cooking-related nightmare, but instead of strange people making chocolate pudding in my kitchen, I was preparing fudge frosting for brownies Rebekah had baked. I made the frosting on the stove as needed, but when I needed to stir the mixture to thicken it, I poured it into a bamboo organizer in one of my kitchen drawers and was trying desperately to beat it as it spread throughout the organizer and threatened to run over the top. I woke up before I had to clean up the mess.  

It looks as if I'll have to add another skill to my repair abilities. The heating element is out in the oven. Several years ago my son replaced it, but I don't remember where he got it. I have to figure it out and make the replacement. Then my businesses will be Junebug Lawnmower Repair, Junebug Oven Repair, and everybody's favorite, the Lake Junebug Resort & Rumpus Room.

I wish you all anxiety-free jobs and sweet dreams.

My supervisor never says anything nice to me. I thought it was enough that he doesn't shout, but it's not enough. Not when I have to listen to threats.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

HI HO HI HO HI HO HO HO

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's back to work for me today. I wish I could say April Fools, but I'm afraid I really must return. At least the trip to work is only five steps. 

I have decided on a new career if I should need one, however. Recently, my lawnmower wouldn't start. I wielded screw drivers and took Clippy apart to the extent I was able.

I used the vacuum cleaner on her, and when I was finished, she started. With one success under my belt, I see lawnmower repair in my future. 

I also see air conditioning in our future. It's supposed to be 90° today.

Here's Carol with her BLEACHED BLONDE BAD BUILT BUTCH BODY t-shirt. Her friend Lolita gave it to her. Carol and Lolita have only been friends for about 80 years.

Carol kept me company Friday afternoon when I went in for my mammogram. It was the quickest mammogram I've ever had. Two shots of each boob and I was outa there. 

Now I need to take my car in for service. I've had it a year. It has all of 2,200 miles on it. I don't get out much, and that's fine with me. 

Penelope isn't ready to make her very very very very very important announcement yet. She says she's still writing her speech. This should be big, folks.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug