Finally, a reasonably enjoyable morning. Thanks to Mom's manic obsessive Passover cleaning, I've been banished to the local coffee place for breakfast. I know, real hardship. The good part is I don't have to listen to Mom's constant harangue. The bad part is that it's busy, full of observant Jewish people getting in their last bread fling before the holiday. It's actually pretty amusing to watch all those people load up on bagels and pastries, like there won't be enough junk to eat over the eight holiday that shall not be named. Mom bought the ubiquitous jellied fruit slices yesterday so we have our junk fix. Jellied fruit slices are basically food dye and sugar, no actual fruit but they're tasty. I posted a picture of it yesterday on Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/hpblogger. It's actually rather pleasent having a few minutes to myself in the morning before the day gets into full gear. I think I'll make journaling first thing in the morning a regular habit. At least I can tune mom out even more so than usual. The rest of the day looks pretty chill. Maybe this is a sign that I can actually enjoy the holiday that shall not be named. I'll just enforce my boundaries, which includes not letting myself be forced into toughing out time with the in-laws. I can't Sis's in-laws, they're so full of themselves, especially Sis's MIL. That woman fancies herself the empress of the universe. Sis's FIL isn't so bad, tolerable. Nevertheless, they're like a bad storm, you duck and cover, wait for it to blow over. Now it's time to start the the day.
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