Gud made me feel better this morning. That is the kind of stuff dreams are made of.

We didn't watch Prime Time teevee last night. DH got home late from a business trip to Des Moines so the boy and I sat on the sofa and watched Toy Story. I keep forgetting the Joss has writing credit for that.

I can see him writing the bit where Mr. Potato Head pulls off his lips and touches his butt to mock an ass-kissing toy.

Timelies, also gronk. Looks like I need the coffee IV rolled into my office again. That should be a service you can call, like Grocery Gateway or the paper shredder people. They roll into your office and plug you in and the gronky clouds roll back for a while.

My paper this morning had a picture of Donald Rumsfeld posing with Spider-Man and Captain America, which is wrong on sooooo many levels.

I like to think of it as them apprehending him. With the blood and torture on his hands, ScummyRummy counts as a supervillain in my books.

Friday, how I've missed thee.

It's the same pot that worked just fine on gas -- I'm thinking the adjustment is more (I've switched back and forth a million times) because it's a sealed top. Which YES is marvellous for cleaning. Whyever else would I clean my stove multiple times a week? Because it's no sweat off my back.

For some reason, even on low, the water boils before the oats can absorb it. On gas, I could put it on a medium low flame, and it'd be done in fifteen minutes. With the new range, it involves running back and forth.

Everything else has just been a matter of me adjusting. I can't work out what to do with this one little thing that means I can actually eat oats that morning.

I like gas better, though I learned to cook on electic. FIRE FUN!

As for cleaning, I discovered I could take the whole top off and go scrub it in the tub and put the burner thingies in to soak in the sink. This is for major cleaning, not just the wipeup spills part.

I'm at war with every item of my clothing today. At least it is friday.

Kat, the MA stuff sounds neat. Especially:

it seems designed to push me to be more intellectually engaged

I've been feeling the lack of that for myself lately.

ita, I think you need a small crockpot.

Timelies!

My college is having a bomb threat. During reading period, which is really weird. So I am stuck in my office....

Also, I know I am always just delurking and asking questions, but I have a bruise question, since I rarely get them.

Last Thursday I fell over my recycling bin at work (it was very funny) and really banged up my shin. A few days later a bruise emerged-- purple and purpley red. It really looks like blood pooled up under the skin in a long line down my shin. Today the bruise has started itching like a mofo. Is this normal? Am I going to die of some bruise related infection? How long should the bruise stay? I haven't had a bruise in, like, 10 years, as I don't bruise easily.

I think you need a small crockpot.

Yeah, I tried it in the large crockpot, and it wasn't good. A gummy layer of porridge on the bottom.

I discovered I could take the whole top off and go scrub it in the tub

Yes! And at the time, I had one of those hand-held showerheads, so it was great. Still, work.

Is the bruise hot, Sophia? If it is, I'd rush to the doctor. If it's not, I'd still go. I waited way too long on mine, and narrowly escaped hospital. It was still miserable.

My college is having a bomb threat. During reading period, which is really weird. So I am stuck in my office....

Oooh! Why have you not been evacuated? I think *now* would be the perfect time to get that bruise checked, and get the heck away from the bomb threat at the same time. Then, there should be ice cream.

Seriously, I do think you should get the bruise checked, or at the very least, call your doctor and tell her/him about it.

Oooh! Why have you not been evacuated?

They still seem to be giving campus tours. But the road is all blocked off-- it is very weird...

Is the bruise hot, Sophia?

Well, it is more prickly... I didn't know if that was just it healing. I suppose I should call my doctor, but I doubt my boss would be happy if I left for a bruise. I think maybe he has Saturday hours...