I'll trade you some prime rib for latkes.

I'd push them through the interpipes if I could. I'm planning on making tilapia for dinner tomorrow just for a brief potato break.

For the last month I've been white knuckling it across the Bay Bridge with a car with a fucked up fuel pump that's leaking coolant, overheats readily and stalls when it's idling at a stop.

Ayup. We replaced our fuel pump (and fuel filter and plugs & points and distributor cap and O2 sensors and catalytic converters) but it still stalls when it's idling at a stop. However a) I'm not driving across the Bay Bridge, so it's a lot less stressful when I stall out and have to start it back in neutral in the middle of the desert with no traffic within eight miles of me, and b) it doesn't do it as much with premium gas and at lower elevation. So we're going to try to live with it until we can work something else out.

I'd push them through the interpipes if I could.

For the food exchange I think we need more of a really, really big and complex lazy susan.

Maybe MM can put that together after he perfects the teleport... oh wait, we can probably use the teleport for foodstuffs.

My flight was almost 4 hour late, the cats knocked litter everywhere, Loki puked today so I need to vacuum AND carpet clean AND figure out why he puked, I've barely unpacked , it is 2:15AM and I'm not likely to sleep soon, but I'm home.

Um, sara, welcome home?

I skimmed (that's the residue from my b.org Friday morning Hanukkah miracle - the "mm"s inside that word, instead of "pp"s), to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is quester's birthday.

Happy birthday, quester! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Happy Birthday quester!

Nilly, hope you are staying safe with the news that Shir has been reporting.

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I was reading the backlog of Natter earlier, and I had to go out in the rain for applesauce and sour cream because I was determined to make latkes for dinner. They were delicious. Which is good, because I'll be eating the rest for breakfast and lunch.

That happened to me for a couple meals and I'm not sure I can look at a potato again for a very very long time.

Welcome home, sarameg. I hope it'll be much homey and welcoming soon.

Happy Birthday, quester!

Yeah, Nilly, what's up in your end? Any of your brothers were called? I hope not.

Happy Birthday quester!

Thanks, Austin.

More than half of my father's family lives in the town where the bombing yesterday killed a citizen (including his crippled aging older brother, who is not able to get to a shelter on time when there's an alarm), so I can't say things are calm and progressing as usual, I'm afraid.

None of my brothers were called to reserve duty yet, but nobody knows right now how these things will continue for the rest of the week, and for who-knows-how-long, so, again, it's not like things are going on as usual.

Today we light the last candle of Hanukkah, and we still wish a happy holiday, but it tastes strangely in my mouth to say the word "happy" now, because all I really wanna say is "peaceful" or "safe" or "could anybody find us a miracle?", but then, I don't wanna spoil the innocent holiday wish, so I just continue saying that.

Shir, how is your sister doing? She's serving near Gaza, right? And for that matter, how are your parents, regarding that?