I dropped Mrs Magill at the airport. Fang called while we were on the way there. He had a four hour layover at Charlotte Douglas, and was bored. He flew from the regional airport by Ft Hood to Dallas, then Dallas to Charlotte, and finally to Providence where he’ll meet Mrs Magill. He had a sergeant drive him to the airport. The sergeant was happy to do so, he got to take half the day off, because he was “assisting an officer.”
![]()
Pancakes with macerated strawberries this morning. A touch of maple syrup to go with them. Nom.
I love macerated strawberries with Swedish pancakes or Belgian waffles.
I am doing better than expected and my pain levels are very low.
That is good to hear.
Mollie, kinda wondered about that topic you discussed, but of course was much to proper to bring it up… Interesting thoughts.
I wasn’t sure if it was TMI, but I wanted to get those thoughts down. I think the lack of body dysphoria plus the fact that I like girls are why it took me so long to figure this out. Popular culture has put out the idea that all trans people hate their bodies and feel like they’re trapped in the wrong body. That’s just not true. There is also the popular perception that trans = gay. I mean, I guess I am gay, but not in the way you’d be thinking.
I have interview next week at a Waffle House. Never been to one. Do I have to know how to fight?
No, you don’t have to know how to fight, but if you’re a line cook there, you do need to know how to quickly memorize orders. They don’t submit tickets. I had a fraternity brother who worked at Waffle House to earn tuition money. It’s a good job.