What hormone is alpha cells in island of logercalms?
I forgot to sleep last night and now it hardly seems worth going to bed. I have to get the place cleaned up anyway, since J & C are coming tomorrow night. I've been feeling kinda gloomy since I read mayna's post about reservations. The starkest, saddest memorial I have ever stood over was at Wounded Knee. You can drive across South Dakota in a day if you want. I90 run east-west along the southern third of the state. There's a Wounded Knee museum in Wall but we wanted to see the site so we dipped south of the interstate, where the geography is practically the same but the architecture--and pavement--takes a turn for the wretched. The massacre site is lonely, dingy, a minimally-maintained gravesite. I have no compunction about tromping through cemeteries as a rule, but I definitely felt like an intruder here. I don't think I have any ancestors who were in the US before the 20th century; the dismay and remorse I feel is national, not personal. I guess since Columbus Day was last week I already had a good base layer of guilt to work with. But yeah, feeling kinda down.
Victoria doesn't read LJ so she's just fine. She's manic, to be honest, very excited about the visit from her siblings, her birthday, the party... and she got presents in the mail from my mom. Wrapped presents. She can't stop poking at them. She has also made a series of lists of gift ideas that I can pass along to people should they ask me what she wants. I think she's working on volume III.
Today's title reminded me of a classmate who asked disgustedly what the hell those Boy Scout normal forms were that the instructor kept going on about.