What's up

There's been a lot going on around here, primarily work and a play I'm doing, but also some other volunteer stuff.

As a result, you get one of those bulleted lists I have become famous for.

• I now think of myself as writing two types of posts: Ones that I hope are hilarious or brilliant and will become viral masterworks, and ones that I write to let my most faithful readers (who include some of my closest friends) know what's up. This is the second kind. You can tell because no one who doesn't know me would care about it.
• I had an MRI yesterday. You do not need to worry about that. You may need to worry about this: when they asked what I wanted on the satellite radio to distract me, I chose classic rock because I was too embarrassed to say what I really wanted, which was conservative talk radio. Rush and Glenn Beck are pretty perfect distractions, but I am not about to discuss that with strangers.
• I got involved in the aforementioned play in such a convoluted way I have to believe it was meant to be. I am not sure if the reason for that was to introduce me to these amazing people, or to get me back in a theater, or to make me think about gender and mental health differently, or something else, or some combination, but I don't care. I'm having the time of my life.
• For this year only, my annual Women's Weekend with many friends has been toned down to a smaller getaway with one female friend, starting right after the show closes. I am looking forward to it enough that it is preventing me from sinking into a deep depression at the thought that the show is closing. So, that's good. Check in on me Tuesday.
• Sometimes, on Facebook, I click the "x" for all the "People You May Know" that I don't actually know, until I get a roster of folks I do know but don't choose to friend on Facebook.
• Having spent a lifetime with allergies, I'm finally seeing an allergist in December. She is apparently a woman and very personable, both of which are apparently unusual for allergists.
• Who has a guess for what the oddest thing I'm allergic to is? I bet it's a doozy.
• The foliage up here is still really pretty. I have taken some pictures. I'll share them soon.
• When I hear the phrase, "women in binders," I (and many queers, I'll warrant) picture this, not this. Or also whatever Mitt meant.
• Although the next debate falls on my bowling night, I should be home in time for it. Let's try the liveblogging thing again, shall we? It was so fun last time.