Ginger, I vote you go to a salon and have them do your hair. I hope your finger continues to feel better.

I'm glad Lou is more himself today, Shir. Hearing about him makes me want to scritch Mr Peabody and give him an extra biscuit.

Yes, this. Insert Sassafras where it says Mr Peabody, or not. I'd want to scritch him, too.

It is good to hear the pain is better. One of my customers is a hand surgeon and some of the pictures of his work is nothing short of amazing. When we were doing his charts the difference between my boys was evident. Bobby was all excited and pointing out the 'good' stuff. Brendon's one comment was to ask why anyone would ever want to look at pictures like that. I admit to being on Bobby's side. I'm fine with looking at the gore if it isn't me or a loved one.

Ginger, I vote you go to a salon and have them do your hair.

If you are up for that it is a great idea. Serves a practical purpose and gets you some deserved pampering.

As we're about 3-4 hours from this year's seder, I remembered an alternative seder I went to about 5 years ago, the night before the actual seder. Thought I might share it with you, as my desire to do anything but watching TV and eat seems to have left the building.

We were a bunch of TV fans friends, and we re-wrote the entire Haggadah into mostly sci-fi filks. We "blessed" upon glasses of coca cola and various snacks, accordingly.

I remember two piyyutim [link] we transformed into Buffy filks: One was Chad Gadya, [link] which became, under our loving hands, into Chad Darla. It told the story of who vamped who in the Buffyverse: hence, "One little goat, one little goat/Which my father bought for two zuzim" became "One Darla, One Darla/Which was very very ill".

The other one was this: [link] on which we told some of the story of Buffy: "When Buffy came forth out of Sunnydale, she went and changed her name to Anne/She worked as a waitress in a restaurant... People got old" is what I remember out of it.

I think we should meet and do it again. It was fun.

Glad to hear the pain is better, Ginger!

Thanks for all the brackets and attention for Louie, guys. He's mostly spending his time under the seder table in the living room in the past few hours, lurking and watching our preparations.

Meh. I might as well get dressed if I want a cup of coffee. AND I DO.

I have now been trying to schedule the damn hand surgeon for two hours. I finally have an appointment at 1:30, but now I'm on hold trying to get a referral and x-rays between now and then. I like Kaiser in many ways, but it's almost impossible to get someone on the phone.

Argh, Ginger, how frustrating. Glad it's not hurting as much today.

Glad Lou's feeling better to day, too, Shir.

I am in less pain today for the first time in about a week. This means I should really catch up on laundry, clean the kitchen, and go to the market, but what I really want to do is hide from the rain under a warm blanket.

Having fun with [link] 's script generator. "After being bitten by rabid penguins, a hyperactive supreme court justice finds love in the afterlife."

We were a bunch of TV fans friends, and we re-wrote the entire Haggadah into mostly sci-fi filks.

That's some dedicated genius, there.

Wishing you energy, sj.

Ginger, I hope the surgeon's office gets back to you!

Pesach Sameach to everyone sharing a seder tonight.

Gronk. Insomnia fairy was not kind last night. Up til 5am. Slept ok until 7:30 and called in for the morning. I'm about to head to the shower but damn I'm full of gronk. And also fighting something off.