Therapy Thursday

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I was going to title this post, “Irony,” but then I realized I’d be letting down the folks who depend on that “Therapy Thursday” link each week, so I stuck to the code.

I think it’s interesting that I can recognize irony but, even with my pretty impressive grasp on the English language, I have a hard time defining it in ways that make sense to people who don’t just “get it.” God forbid I ever meet Alanis Morrissette.

So, first example of irony: Tonight, Richard told me about an inpatient clinic for codependence. The minute the words were out of his mouth, I started laughing so hard I could barely breathe, and within seconds was crying. This probably was in part because I’d already been crying and was desperate for comic relief, but it was still FREAKING HILARIOUS to me that back in the ’60s, some family members of alcoholics had started taking into their homes folks who needed support around things like setting boundaries and self-care and all of the other crap codependents tend to neglect. I was laughing so hard I could barely choke out, “Do you think they’re hiring?” And, to my credit, Rich was also laughing pretty damned hard, and said that maybe my treatment could double as my job interview.
I had a second example of irony, but I’ve forgotten what it was. This, Alanis, is NOT ironic – it is just bad luck. Take note.
For the weekend: I will be participating in Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon. I am super excited, especially since I’ve missed the last two. I have warned Joshua and let him know that he’s welcome to participate on whatever level he likes, but that I will not leave my reading to watch a particularly funny clip from Scrubs or the Fred movie/show/thing he’s been watching of late or other things I would normally do on the weekend. I went big grocery shopping tonight and will do meal prep tomorrow evening so there is enough coffee, real food, and snack food available that I will not have to spend more than five minutes at a time away from reading and blogging about reading if I don’t want to. It is also supposed to be gray and rainy and I hope there is thunder and lightning; that will make it an absolutely perfect readathon day, in my opinion.
My posts from tomorrow night through Sunday morning will be over on FolioFiles, and I’ll post links on my various social networks when I update. There will be mini-challenges, check-ins, and all sorts of fun nerdy bookish goodness, and I will take all the cheerleading I can get – you’d be surprised how tired you can get just reading for hours and hours, so swing by and say hi on the blog, on Facebook or Twitter, or even send me a text – I’ll be “unplugged” from anything not-Readathon-related until Sunday after sleep, but welcome Readathon encouragement, queries, and the like.
Now, off to find the charger pack for my keyboard’s batteries, since they have apparently decided that it’d be an awesome idea to die right before a day when I’ll be blogging every hour for 24 hours. Alanis? Also not ironic. Just sayin’.



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