Fine, go back to work, ya grinder. Leisure is wasted on you. Leave it to the truly indolent.

I repeat, Pfffttt

I saw fireworks tonight. They were pretty.

That is all.

Is such a lovely description of jetlag

And not mine - it's William Gibson's. But it's perfect so I've adopted it.

I am SO GLAD this week is over. Highlights include 8 Americans hospitalized, most for scooter accidents, one with serious burns over 75% of his body. A couple Americans dying. One of whom died a week ago, alone in her house, and wasn't found for a couple days. It's been around 100 degrees here every day. A couple Americans arrested, not for anything serious, but they couldn't call home because guess what kids today can't do? They can't make long-distance phone calls. They had cellphones and calling cards only. One American who wandered off from her tour group and got lost. 5 lost passports. One of these who wanted the US Gov't to pay the extra charge it was going to cost her to reschedule her return flight, and got extremely verbally abusive when we declined (the airline was allowing her to go on stand-by status for no additional charge anyway). And the corker was a woman whose adult son stopped taking his psychotropic drugs and refused to return to the States with her. He's adult and hadn't broken any laws, but she tried to get him arrested anyway to make him come back with her...so she told the police he'd hijacked a plane with a gun. This disinclined the police to play nice, and also disinclined the airline to let him on board. Go figure.

Normal weeks involve maybe 2 lost passports.

That does sound crazy, Raquel. I hope things calm down this week.

And more (also, I made the discovery that I've been COMMed way more than I ought to be, because I am NOT that funny):

Pfft. Now I'm tempted to check out the COMM thread and see how often I COMM'd you.

I'm trying to imagine how a scooter accident results in burns over 75% of your body. Since they so rarely explode on impact....

Sorry, I was unclear. The scooter accidents mostly resulted in stitches and pins in broken bones. The burn victim was in a house fire.

Found another kitten in the front yard today, curled up in the clover. No idea where (or who) the mom is. Kitten is tiny and still has blue eyes. I swear it's like an Easter egg hunt here - kittens seemed to be tucked away everywhere.

Timelies. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Frank Gehry with a burning hot passion?

So my outrageously busy 4th of July started with...a trip to the emergency room.

I'd been feeling pain (it felt like a knot - like when you throw your back out) in my left buttock since last week, but it felt like it was pretty much better. I woke up yesterday to find a bruise on my ass that could possibly give ita a run for her money - almost the whole thing is covered in a dark purple bruise that also creeps down the thigh somewhat. The only thing I can figure is that through not taking it easy enough on whatever I'd done to the glute, I tore something, and then slept on my back and my left side so all the blood pooled and spread. Weirdest part is it didn't hurt at all - just felt really weird.

Talk about a shock to wake up to though. I'm getting an early start to the day before the wedding, and about to get in the shower when I notice this massive solid purple. A real "you've got to be frelling kidding me!" moment.

Basically, I can't do anything about this but ice it for few days and make sure to get to my real doctor back in MA to make sure I'm not having issues with clotting or such.

I did make it to the wedding (which was a lovely trad Catholic ceremony) and my family reunion, but I was too wiped to stay out for the fireworks. Oh well. Got several things to get done before I head back to MA. Have a good day, all. I'll catch you later.

Butt~ma for Frankenbuddha.