Oog. Not coping well. Too little sleep, combined with a series of bad events. The Virginia Tech shooting and Michael Bishop's son. Kevin's sister's dog, Bailey, a very sweet golden retriever, being diagnosed unexpectedly with cancer a few days ago and having to be put down. The Supreme Court upholding an abortion ban with no provisions for health of the mother, which means that they've taken a decision about my health out of my doctor's hands, which frankly, terrifies me in and out itself. And the long-term potential ramifications for other such decisions they (or the states) may make on this subject scares me. Scared me into a full-scale hysterical weeping fit yesterday when I tried to talk to Kevin about it. Scares me for myself, for my daughter-to-come, for women. I can't talk about it more, I'm sorry; it's just too stomach-churningly awful, and I somehow have to get through at least the next five hours of teaching and advising today.
Small consolations -- dinner with Lakshmi and Satya and Sujata last night; Sujata visiting briefly before going off to grad school at Princeton. And reading Tim Pratt's The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl which I thoroughly enjoyed. A wonderful page-turning strange and unexpected Bay Area fantasy novel, which gave me some of the same pleasures as Pat Murphy's The City, Not Long After. Tim, thanks. It helped.