My uncle was a commercial pilot (United), and he had to do an emergency landing after a bird flew into one of his plane's engines. Not nearly as dramatic, because he still had one (at least?) engine and a runway to land on. Still. Birds and planes are unmixy thing. Hey, and he got an award for safely landing the plane.

Amazing and miraculous story. Good on you, Sully. You saved 150 people today.

I'd add the beans. Mom always put kidney beans in minestrone. Spinach is always good.

Cool, thanks.

Oh, and it's Canada geese, not Canadian geese, huh? I never knew that. This is the that thing I learned today. Not as good as spodee, but I'll take it.

I seriously can't get over how fucking awesome that Hudson landing is. Just, wow.

Cat-indifferents can furrow their brow, but I swear, watching Loki puzzle over my manicure removing dish and roll around randomly on his back and bemused by his feet so removes the shit of today, the cranky god-boss, the cramps, the unprepared, the shitloads I didn't get done, knowing the shit coming down the pike over the next 6 months, it helps and sorta makes it all background.

So does MK sitting on my side, Devi asleep with her head on my ankle and just their general adorable cuddliness.

Sometimes, it is the little things.

I just spoiled myself for a documentary. I need to stay out of Wikipedia in the middle of shows.

Jesus, I am bawling over everything. It's 90% hormones (which also explains the overwhelmed of late, though even without hormones I'd be losing it) and so damned annoying.

Either someone is setting off fireworks or there is a gunfight going on outside.

I need to move.

You really do.

Happy Birthday, msbelle! (It's still your birthday on this coast, at least...)