...and so am I. And that's without dealing with anyone, in person. I made a dinner of baked yam and ham, buttered corn, green salad (since all I had was lettuce) cornbread, and cranberry sauce from a can. Shot my blood sugar through the roof so I spent half the day drinking water and remaining calm.

One good thing about this trip to Hong Kong is, China don't like it when you do political things online. So I'll be doing a blackout from December 1 to December 9. My first reaction is basically to go fuck it, but I've made a commitment and can't let that be interfered with.

Of course, they might not even let me into the country. That's a concern that's been raised by some in the office, considering my FB page, Xitter account, and Instagram...not to mention the liberals and progressives I support in various emails. That would be funny; get all the way there and have to come right back. Maybe I should have a contingency plan, just in case.

It's Friday, about noon in Hong Kong. I have contacts there. If I am refused entry, maybe I could work it out to where I can hand my paperwork off to them. Not a great way to deal with it, but it's the best I can come up with.

I'm also updating my info, everywhere. Cheat sheet for my passcodes. Print out everything I can for the move-in and move-out. And at the same time dealing with serious concerns about Adam's early life in sex work being in DW...

At least, I was until I heard about a book called A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. One of its characters has a lot of horrible things happen to him, including sexual assault as a child and forced prostitution...so I cheated and read the outline in Wikipedia. Even that was rough, but nothing at all like DW.

What's even better? It was up for a Booker Award and won a Kirkus, and it's put out by Doubleday Publishing, one of the biggies.

I think this was Adam's way of letting me know I'm being too much of a worry-wart.