ita, Runner's World has an article on treating Plantar Fasciitis.
LinkedIn just showed me people I might like to connect to and juliana's name was in there!!! How do they know???
Address book, I think. Prob. mine, since I'm flipping between home and work emails a lot. Sorry!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENK!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEARA!!!
I thought we were in the Information Age, but that could just be marketing jargon infiltrating my subconscious.
When one says Bronze Age, for instance, what order of size is the Age?
Thousands and thousands of years. Basically, everything between the Stone Age and the Iron Age. (The Greeks and Romans were Iron Age -- The Trojan War was Bronze Age, but the nexus of Greek civilization was Iron).
No apologies needed - I was just like, how'd they know?
We were in the Atomic Age, then the Jet Age, and then then the Space Age.
Not sure what age we're in now. Perhaps historians will later name it. Maybe the "Non-Reality Based Age." Or the "Pre-Everything Went to Hell Age."
Happy Birthday, JenK!!!
Happy Birthday, Meara!!! (Sorry I missed seeing you when you were in town)
Happy birthdays to JenK and meara!!
To cheer me (and anyone else having a bad morning) up, we have a kitten!!
It's been a while since I've said this, but I fucking hate Tucker Carlson: [link]
Hee! Emmett is a cutie.
Hee! So is Neil Gaiman.
I declare today the Day of Getting Shit Done. For lo, it is ten o'clock, and although I am up and not actually dressed, I have completed two big tasks that have been sitting on my desk for ages and upsetting me, but were, of course, obscenely easy to do once I did them. I also did a minor task, so that counts, too.
Now off to do tv yoga, shower, dress, clean house, and back to Getting As Much Shit Done As Possible before a) going out to visit the land and b) rehearsal.