Yeah. Having some issues with the cell phones right now. Should be cleared up by the end of the week, but until then, you can call me on the home phone.

I'll email it to you, but be forewarned that S and I are just about to head out the door to the store, and will be gone about half an hour to forty-five minutes.

Lee. I guess we would have to figure out the definition of "post" and could you PROVE that it was YOU that posted at that point in time. Or maybe your cat walking across your keyboard in a fancy matter.

Or, you know, somebody stole your login. But that doesn't even work on Chris Hanson, so, as an excuse, it has limitations. Chris Hanson bugs me. He and John Walsh and Stossel probably have circle-jerks around the police scanner once a week.

You give far too much credit to her cats.

Oh please, like Ozzie wouldn't do that.

Aaaaand we're back. Phone away, omnis.

Ok. Students, if I can't read your e-mail address, how am I supposed to contact you to set up a tutoring appointment? PLEASE write legible.

Okay, I just read the premise of Reaper, that the main character has to recapture souls escaped from Hell.

Didn't they already try a show with this premise, like within the last ten years or so? I'll be damned (heh) if I can remember what the name of the show was, or who was in it, but I know I've heard this premise before.

Eat my pork; feel my fork. There are ads for Quorn?

Sean, it was Brimstone. And it was great.

Susan, what everyone else said, with a special addendum to what connie said. Whatever the referral is for, if they were really truly OMGWTF worried about whatever it is, you'd have one of those magical secret appointments already. If they're willing to schedule you a couple of months out, they're not panicking over whatever it is, so neither should you.

(Conversely, if you ever get a referral for something and you call the specialist and they say, "Oh, yes, you," and schedule you for a visit the very next day, it's okay to worry, but only just a bit. No freaking out.)

Yeah, both the things I'm stressing over are, in the big scheme of things, routine screenings (one for me, and one for Annabel). Sort of, "This is probably OK, but because of family history and such, let's do due diligence and give you the tests." It just bugs the part of me that doesn't want to let go of a problem or drop a question until it's SOLVED, dammit. I'm all, "What, you want me to go about my normal life when I don't know how this is going to turn out?!"