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My middle girl had a bad night. She used to work out pretty regularly before she got sick, and she was trying to get back into it. She did too much too soon and ended up hurting really bad all day yesterday. By evening she was in tears and I made a bed for her here in our room. It was the muscles in her sides that were really giving her trouble so I put her on her side, propped couch pillows behind her back and one between her knees to take the strain off those muscles and she was finally able to get to sleep.

She was just woken by the dulcet tones of the walls shaking and glass breaking. The plumbers are in the kitchen wall, sawing through pipes. This causes a terrific vibration of the walls and I heard something fall and break out there, but I'm not interested enough to go look. If I go out there to check, it'll look like I'm going out there to check, which makes me the White Bitch checking up on them. Better they come to me to say they broke something, I say no big deal and everyone can relax.

Class issues are such an unnecessary thing. They should be, anyway. I'm often conscious of my white entitlement, especially when I'm getting a pedicure (Thai women who speak in this soft language that always reminds me of little birds chirping). I'm certainly grateful to have been born with as many advantages as possible, but I wish it didn't matter and I wonder how much I contribute to that - either the issues or their solutions.