Excellent letter, Daniel! And apparently I am Paul Krugman, only I seem to have misplaced my Nobel.

People, don't ever let me spend a whole weekend away from the internets again. No matter how burnt out I am from the work week. No matter how good the shiny new video game in the house.

Well then, that was a less-than-fun start to my morning. Our wood fence is apparently weakening down at the bottom and because it's been raining for the last couple of days, it's very flexible. Flexible enough that Pisces managed to wiggle through it.

Luckily, she didn't wander far and came after a few minutes of frantic calling on my part.

The fence is now bungied closed, which is not a great fix, but hopefully, one that will keep the wandering girls from wandering. (The lawn people had left the gate unlatched on Friday and Jasmine decided to go exploring. It's been an eventful weekend with the puppies.)

And I thought I had an upset stomach before. Oy.

libkitty, I hope your mother continues to improve.

Aims, so sorry to hear about your grandmother. Peace~ma to you and yours.

Poor Barb! A puppy on the loose is a terrible fear of mine since we're on a busy-ish street. Sass gave Perkins a good barking last night and this morning, but seemed to decide that anyone who knew how to open the treat jar couldn't be that much of a threat.

Bitches, should you go visit lisah and sarameg, be warned that they will feed you very, very well.

edited for punctuation problems caused by lack of morning beverage.

I have so much gronk I read that as lack of morning "cleavage."

Bitches, should you go visit lisah and sarameg, be warned that they will feed you very, very well.

It's one of my skills!

Hope you had a good time! It was great being able to hang out some.

Timelies all. I'm miserable and sick with spotty internets, but I did note that the Redmond campus was briefly Microsoft Escort Service on Google Maps: [link]

Oh, goodness. My asthma is bad. Last night my peak flows got lower than I ever let them get, and I don't think I really even slept. Have to see my PCP at 12:30 so he can prescribe more steroids. And I have to decide if I want to start fighting the hospital/Medicare/Drug Company to try to get the medication that would stop all of this insanity. I just can't keep doing this. It's officially too much.

I was on the phone with the nurse this morning, crying, telling her that it takes every ounce of energy to breathe, and I'm just so worn down. Now, this was a nurse I've never met before, and she said, "I can hear it. I can hear it."

{{{vw}}} I'm so sorry you are having such asthma trouble and that you have to do steroids again. I know how much you hate them. Take care.

Gronk. I accidentally fell asleep again after my last post. Thanks Shir, pain medication isn't really helping with this.

And I have to decide if I want to start fighting the hospital/Medicare/Drug Company to try to get the medication that would stop all of this insanity. I just can't keep doing this. It's officially too much.

Well, if you made a pro/con list, on the pro side would be that, ultimately, you'd have the medication, which would improve your health. So, MAJOR pro.

On the con side, though, is how much energy it will take to fight that fight, and the question is, do you have that energy? Or, maybe a better question is, *will* you have it, after you see your PCP today and get started on steroids? (I don't mean "will you have more energy at 1:00 today?"; I mean, "will you have more energy in a few days?" I think you will, so maybe you can take up the fight then.)

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