She sees herself as a "facilitator".

This is why my kids all recovered just fine, despite likely being accidentally dropped at least once as babies.

I think, at the time, they thought that their neck muscles constricted the blood flow to their brains whilst banging their heads.

It made sense to me. I feel dumber and dumber by the second some days, as I repeatedly bang my head on my desk.

It's interesting that training in military/police was supposed to replace instinctive actions. You become tuned to respond in a predictable way, as a cohesive unit, in spite of the hazards.

In practice, it's become about removing "best" human instincts and allowing "worst" instincts to thrive.

I'm not giving my wife any this year.

I feel like a bit of an asshole for not giving her some, but I really don't owe her anything.

And my therapist really recommends against it, and I know she's right.

I'm better off giving some to complete strangers.

"TAKEN THESE DELICIOUS COOKIES. TAKE THEM!"

I'm invited to drinks out with three out-of-province colleagues tomorrow, but we're not spending the whole weekend together!

We're not sociopaths.

Vet's office, food for the cat.

And then home, unload the car, and then pack for my Wednesday flight.

Maybe I'll pick up some takeout.

Ask someone to mail a booze gift card to another, who works from home.

Next...shop for Ghirardelli chocolate chips for annual cookies. Gotta get the good ones.

Kitchen supply shop for a knife for daughter 1 for Christmas.

Then...IKEA. Big shelving unit, so I can get my books out of storage.

While I'm there, I'll do the Christmas support staff wine run. One travel booker gets two bottles of white. Departing clerical assistant getting a Merry Christmas/congrats on the new gig bottle of Amarone. Taking an extra bottle for someone I'm not sure supports me anymore? Gonna play it safe.

Well, seeing I'm going to the hairdresser, I should stop at the cottage and drop off the clean laundry. Better to have it sit there instead if here.

Need to prep to an arb hearing next week. Better go to the office and print a shitload of stuff.

Oh, and drop off two big bags of shredding too.