Tom, I think you need to Lee font that.

Unless he was only partially eaten, and survived the energetic gnawing, I think. She'd be cool with that, right, Lee? Right?

Mmm. Bacon. Long and short pork, all in one.

I don't know if this is the great picture of my mother sis was referring to (maybe this), but oh GOD, it's such a difference from a year ago that I might take a moment to cry before I go to my pain doc appointment.

Damn! Insurance never got back to me about cyborging being covered...shit. I needed to know that before today.

And yet I still eat bacon. Num.

Wow. That's...creepy and weird.

Our Airbnb host just sent me a message asking why one of the pillowcases is stained pink. Um...oops. I suppose I should offer to pay for drycleaning if it won't come out with bleach. OTOH, I saw a mouse in the kitchen our first night there, so maybe I shouldn't.

Well, I imagine if you are opening your home to strangers, then a pillowcase is probably part of the cost of doing business. (Would a stain like that even come out with drycleaning?)

Long and short pork, all in one.

You win the internet today.

Would a stain like that even come out with drycleaning?

At home I just don't own any white sheets, so I have no idea. But it's a semi-permanent hair dye, so I'm pretty sure bleach will take care of it. (Everything in the apt was IKEA so even if he has to replace it I doubt it will be very expensive!)

Ooh, that reminds me: I never got my deposit back from the VRBO I did in August. Need to email the homeowner with a copy of the agreement.

Finally caught up, after some skimming.

For the first time in my life I've been given a different prescription for an anti-depressant and had it not work. Boo.

I decided to be all tech for this doctor's appointments. I typed up my notes between the fellow and the doctor, and the rest while waiting for the prescriptions, and I added photos of the prescriptions to my notes before I left. Unsustainable, but it felt nice for now. I am, at least, totally on top of what my prescriptions are at each visit, and the to dos are written down while they are fresh.

Fellow agreed for more medical interventions before cyborg, but doctor is all "It's nothing! Totally proven, no downtime, you can carry a laptop, no missed work, doesn't hurt..." Hmmph. Kiss me, "doesn't hurt." I reminded him pain didn't stop me from having him do the other stuff to me. The soft collar part of the goings on should be fun...

But I'm still waiting out the botox, and trying to fit water therapy and acupuncture into my schedule first.

Ugh Stephanie, I'm sorry to hear he's pulling that kind of stuff on you, not to mention on the kids.

I am still trying to coax the grading fairies out to play, er, I mean grade. I love teaching, even some of the soul-sucking aspects like conferencing, but I hate the grading. Completely ungratifying, and soul-sucking to boot!