Yeah, you can out up with anything for three weeks, right?

That's what I keep telling myself. I knew when he moved in it was very short term, so I was willing to put up with almost anything. Still, this guy has surprised me.

On the other hand, I have a list of questions to ask prospective new tenants now.

Do you chew with your mouth open? (Maybe I'll just provide snacks, and see what happens)

Do you hawk loogies in the shower?

Do you work from home? If so, can you set yourself up for that in your room?

Do you pay your rent? (Although, because of Fuckhead, my landlord is now requiring a credit check of any new tenants, so that shouldn't be a problem any more)

Do you know what a Death Star is?

That last is the most important!

Agreed. Maybe I should just start with, "Does the name 'Buffy Summers' mean anything to you?

Team Buffy or Team Faith?

So my day off work to decompress has sort of backfired. Went with Hubby to his appointment with the surgeon who was going to clear out the place where they pulled a lymph gland for the biopsy, it's been swelling etc.

So yes, cancer is behaving. Now, about that rampant MRSA infection . . .

The chemo is on hold until--if--they can get that knocked down. As the surgeon said, "This will kill you faster than the cancer will." He was supposed to be on heavy antibiotics after his hospital stay for the last chemo. Nearly a month ago. He wasn't. MRSA's been playing free for weeks and is widespread.

We were at the pharmacy to pick up the latest drugs, we were obviously not coping well. We've been going to this pharmacy for years, they're very nice, and gregarious Hubby has chatted with them outside the store for a while. So one of them pops out, puts her arm around me, and says "Would you like a hug?" I manage to say quietly, "No, thank you." Instead of "What the hell! Stop touching me!" She goes "Oh, I'm sorry," and scurries back behind the counter. And I feel like an utter heel for rejecting her spontaneous gesture of caring.

I'm going to eat sushi while Hubby eat ice cream while we watch Frozen.

ION, there's a letter in the mail box from an energy company telling me I shouldn't have to put up with the uncertainty of wondering if my mineral rights will be productive and that I should sell them all to that company. So I guess that's real.

Not worth seeing twice.

Ugh, Connie. What fuckery to come out of the blue. The doctor's correct that MRSA is tough, but with treatment -- even in a patient who's undergone chemo -- MRSA can be wiped out. If your husband can shrink his tumors, he can kill some bacteria. What's a handful of bacteria to a Viking?

But you eat the hell out of that sushi. You deserve it.