I am not happy this morning. Reason number one is that I did not sleep well because I have bruised my hip on the side that I like to sleep on, so it's not healing because I keep laying on it at night. It's not so painful that it wakes me up or is uncomfortable to sleep on, but it won't bloody get better!

Also, I think I'm coming down with a cold. In past years, I would just start medicating now with the awesome generic from Costco (at approximately .25 for a gazillion), hoping to stave it off/mitigate the symptoms. Now, since the fucking methheads have forced you to give up your first born to get some fucking pseudoephedrine, the only thing that works, I am hoarding that shit until I'm actually sick. ARGH!!!!!

Much ~ma to Ray and your mother, DCJ.

DCJ, much ~ma to Ray.

Yes, but there will have to be a vapor barrier. Maybe enclose the pool in floor-to-ceiling glass and have an airlock system to exchange the air before you enter the library proper.

Maybe it would be better to have a separate library-pool - where we would have special water-proof editions of various and sundry classics for watery lounging pleasure.

Vortex, I'm sorry you are feeling sick. Stupid war on drugs criminalizing legitimate uses of perfectly good medications.

Peak Chocolate: [link]

Note: it is The Independent so probably not.

The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald was 35 years ago today.

RIP.

OK, off to get stabbed in the throat. (Every six months thingie: cortisone injection - through the front of the throat into the top of the spine. Apparently better access than starting nearer the spine.)

The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald was 35 years ago today.

Just heard a story on the radio about the Gordon Lightfoot song. Apparently Lightfoot saw a TV documentary recently with new evidence that human error didn't cause the wreck. So he's changed a line of the song for future performances. From

At seven p.m., the main hatchway gave in.
He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know ya.

To

At seven p.m., it grew dark. It was then
He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know ya.

Okay, okay, it gets dark long before 7:00 on the Great Lakes in November. Points for the effort, and there's only so much he can do within the existing framework of the song.

Bleh. I'm still sick. Really have no voice at all now.