I have a weird size (at least my current bras are size) 42B. Hard to find.

I feel weird being so happy about getting through a shift but it's been awhile!

The temperature here "feels like 3". I do not find this acceptable.

Are we just getting to an age where death is becoming more common?

I will defer to the actual actuaries among us, but I remember Marty the Medical Student saying, "If you make it through adolescence you're good until your 50s. Then in your fifties heart disease and cancer start to hit hard. If you make if through your Fifties you're good until you are in your Seventies."

Just from my Kenyon alumni group, I can say we're losing about three or four a year from a cohort in their fifties (and we aren't a big school).

I'm feeling sad. Harvey was being particularly affecting in his pleas for food - so inconsolable. I just apologized for being a bad mom, near tears. Thank heavens I'm not watching any greeting card company commercials, or I'd be weeping. I'm so sad I can't think beyond offering a blanket warm thoughts for those who are concerned about friends and relations.

I don't find that acceptable either. However I would happily be there. According to weather.com it "feels like -7" here and when I have to go to work tomrrow it's projected to "feel like -25". I really hope my car door doesn't freeze shut because I have no contingency plan for that.

Oh Andi, I'm so sad for you and Harvey. Warm, soothing thoughts to you both.

Snuggles up with WindSparrow and Harvey.

Marty the Medical Student

David, that is pretty much what my mom's doctors have said. She is 93 because she didn't get cancer or any of the dread diseases that get you in the 40-50 range. Her heart valves are super sketchy and are going to stop working, but the cardiologist says it isn't disease, it is old age.

Oh yes, snuggles help. I consoled myself last night with Lord Peter Wimsey fanfic and pizza. Harvey consoled himself with a dish of gooshy food and a hip+joint treat. We then snuggled up as a family including Daniel and Sammie to watch The Tick (animated).

Spooooon!!

I love the Tick, so much so that when my friends adopted their 8th retired Greyhound, I convinced them to keep his nom de sprint. They thought to call him Maverick or Iceman to fit with his brother, Goose's name.

Frankly, I think calling out the back door, "Goo-oose! Spoo-oon!" is so amusing, I'd never consider anything else.

When the gentlemen learned that Spoon is actually a superhero battle cry (they had no prior experience), they changed their minds.

I'm crocheting matching cowls for the boys and embroidering modified infinity signs...with the Os smooshed together on them.

Big, group hug for you and your snuggle buds, Andi.

My mother emailed this link to my sister and me. Because she thought we might be interested. I'm, just, ... what? (Note: it takes two seconds of Google to find out that pretty much every doctor says, "Don't do that.") [link]