"Overflowing with cases"

Last night, while watching some reruns of, you know, our Favorite Show Ever, J was playing around on the internet and came across something truly astonishing which led us to a few more truly astonishing things. He was doing a search on the SVU character Casey Novak because I think he has a crush on her, even though he never says that, just continually says how "awesome" she is, but we all know that that means, and he found this blog, this amazing blog allegedly written by the fictional Assistant District Attorney.

Because I'm pretty sure the Assistant District Attorney, should she have a blog, would write things like this March 11, 2006 post:

overflowing with cases

omg there r so many cases i have to get done this week its not even funny. i just thought id come and say hey to all of you. so tell me whats been going on the last week or so?

I don't know about you, but I pretty much thought this was the greatest thing we had ever stumbled upon. Unfortunately Casey hasn't updated in a while, because she's been busy with all those cases probably, but the good news (that's right, it gets even better) is that it turns out lots of people on SVU have blogs.

Olivia Benson, for instance, has one, and it turns out she is pretty stressed out about life ("Secretly, I'm falling apart"), and Elliot has one, too.

I don't know who the people who put their heart and soul into writing these things are, but I'd like to thank them. I don't even know what I want to thank them for, exactly, but basically - for being geniuses.

Made for each other

The other night while exiting the building where he works, J fell down some stairs and ended up spraining his ankle. By the end of the day when I went to pick him up it was pretty swollen, so he came home, got on the couch (thus, officially taking over my territory) and we put his foot up on some pillows with an ice pack to try and reduce the pain and inflammation. It felt pretty good to take care of someone else instead of going off about my clogged ear for the 12 billionth time but needless to say the novelty wore off and soon I, too, was lying down. I got on the floor and put my head on a pillow, first on one side, then the other, trying to see if either reduced the congested feeling or the ringing, which is slowly driving me insane.

When we awoke the next morning we were both a little grumpy, neither of us having received any sweet relief during the night. J hobbled out to the car so I could take him to work, and I got in the driver's side at the same time and maybe because neither of us was in any mood to, I don't know, pay attention to anything but ourselves, we ended up hitting our heads together really hard while situating ourselves in the vehicle. And we pretty much didn't talk for the rest of the ride.

The good news is that this was a low point and despite the fact that we're still fighting our individual wars, we've each gotten a little more optimistic. Sure, as a unit we can't really walk or hear that well, but we're pretty sure that eventually things will be ok. Also, thank God, the couch is big enough for both of us to lie down if we cooperate and if there's one thing I've learned in this marriage it's cooperation. And the power of take-out food, which has also been incredibly helpful during these trying times.