you might look at Lands End for non-thin t-shirts.

It's not tshirts, per se, it's all the crap made out of that thin knit. It's everywhere. I don't mind it when it is an ancient shirt and shorts I wear for cleaning the apartment or sleeping in, but I just don't get it otherwise. Another trend I hate? The unfinished edges.

Really, I just like nice clean tailored lines and everything right now is shlumpy ragtag. And I hate the colors (and prices! eeek!) in places like Talbots, so I'm pretty screwed.

Tom, that's really good news. I've not been easy about your situation since that Monday night. I'm so glad our locals took care of you, and you got to finish out your visit. And that things are now back to normal. As others have said, so not a stupid thing to do.

Sophia, good for you, and good for your boss.

I'm not actively suicidal, and haven't been for several years. But really? It's always there as an option, and that's obscurely comforting to me.

Okay, Scola. In apparent competition with you, S and I took a Greyhound bus from San Jose to San Francsico yesterday, to spend a few hours with a friend of S. I stupidly decided my cell phone, in its belt clip, was bothering me, so I took it off and clipped it to the seat pocket on the back of the seat in front of me.

Where I left it when I got off the bus.

It's pay as you go, so nobody can screw me with massive charges. I'm only out the phone. But it's terribly annoying.

Dearest BevDOG -

The world with you in it = MUCH BETTER PLACE.

Thank you for being.

Love, me

Good mornings, etc. Had a pretty productive weekend -- got the house cleaned up for the roommate's folks, who were then there for maybe, fifteen minutes, tops, over the whole weekend. So bonus, clean house for me! Folks seemed nice enough, anyway, and they helped the roommate work on his house-to-be, so that's all positive.

Lots to do this week in preparation for summer.

I'm the same as Beverly on suicide. And my kids face enough genuinely awful situations that sometimes suicide looks like a really reasonable and logical choice to them. Of course we talk to them about it, when we know, but it's rarely as simple as it seems from the outside looking in. Mostly all we do is listen.

Go, Sophia on the doctoring and the rest-getting. I told the SO about your ordeal, and he was just horrified.

I didn't lose anything this weekend. But then, I didn't leave the house until last night, so.

Dear msbelle - Not.going.anywhere. (that I know of)

Love to you,

me.

Actually, if it is the same ATM DH left his in( on the same weekend) - the machine automaticly swallows the card when it is left in too long. So even if you had remembered sooner, it would have been too late.

Yeah, that's what I thought usually happens with ATM cards left. And I think we did get ours back that way once. But I may misremember.

Tom - so glad you have your new card & that everything is okay.

Yay for good news all around.

It looks like this job is going to involve a lot of free-thinking time. Hello, fandom. I've missed you so.

My worst lost-stuff story involves Italy, Sweden, London, three passports, and a train.