Ok, Social Security hung up this afternoon. Without giving me a chance to get to the phone. That's dickish. hello? Impaired person. That's you know, why we keep not-meeting like this. And I have a total fake-o name to get in touch with, to the extent that I might as well talk to Mr. Orange, Mr. Black, or Mr. pink. Who has two thumbs, brain damage and a morning to waste on hold? This gal.

Beverly, as usual, speaks for me.

I adore Ginger, Zen, Laura, Steph and all y'all.

I hope the afflicted feel better soon and the affronted find peace.

Ginger, your kindness in helping me with graphic stuff over the ages certainly feels warm to me. I use the pdf handbook you fixed up for me every damn week! Seriously. I don't know what I would do without it.

15 hours, Laura? Sheesh. Did they tell him what sort he'd have to do?

Inmenews...I went to the Apple store today and had a customer experience roughly 100% better than the last go-round. Very helpful youth helped me to a) do what I needed to get the newish computer in useful mode and b) helped me let go of my righteous, but useless rage over advancing technology leaving me with FIVE working computers that are useless to me.

Now, I'm just going to let. it. go. Put the older stuff on ebay and move on with my life.

Weirdly, I'm coming to you from the second to last computer which miraculously is connected to some wifi server, despite never having done so before today.

Miraculous healing, and I hope not inconvenient for the network holder...which I think is actually the apple store's account. He must not have closed it before I left.

I'm just diddling around while erasing all I can from the hard drive.

Deedle lee dul doo.

I'm sorry, Ginger.

Wasn't fishing for compliments, but gosh they're nice to hear, especially after a night of spectacular emotional meltdown...

My students had a midterm tonight, which meant, for me, an hour and a half of walking up and down stairs without a railing. My joints are all protesting.

Thanks so much for the kind words.

I fear not living up to Thoreau:

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

Note to self: sore sternum for me means the next day half of my ribs will be tweaked out of place. My chiropractor is my hero today. Breathing is amazingly wonderful. I want to hug everyone, but that might disrupt my heating pad so I'll type gently.

The nutritionist was really not for me she was very big on the vegan thing and told me she didn't think I should have red meat once a week, even with my low iron. I should cut out pasta entirely, which isn't going to happen. And she kept lamenting the loss of some Chinese herb which is no longer sold here because some people died taking it. However, since I am seeing her for my insurance, I'll track what I eat for a month and go back to see her one more time.

I heard back from my GP - the thyroid test she reran showed results in the normal range and the test she ran for the first time showed low results. This worried her since it was barely a week between the two tests. So she's referring me to an endocrinologist for an evaluation.

Congratulations, Tep and Tim! That's fantastic news!