Internet and AC power on the Acela train! Truly, we live in a golden age*.

*That is, we would if the internet didn't keep crapping out. Oh well, at least it's free.

Many {{scrappy-hugs}} from this end of the state. And congratulations to amych's dad, way to go!

I'm back from Colorado, which was beautiful and filled with my adorable nephews. I am sore and bruised--don't remember the last time I skiied four days in a row.

On the down side, Dad removed his elastics again, couldn't put them back in, and at least once went out for lunch for a meal that he could chew. There is not enough facepalm in the world.

On the up side, some local friends got together and gave me a gift certificate to a really posh spa in Berkeley, so at some point in the next few weeks I will get a massage.

On the down side, my hot water heater isn't working.

On the up side, I have some freelance work that will cover the cost of going to Colorado in the first place.

On the down side, my house smells of dog. Woof.

On the down side, Dad removed his elastics again, couldn't put them back in, and at least once went out for lunch for a meal that he could chew. There is not enough facepalm in the world.

OMG Dad-of-Suela, why????

Meanwhile, work frustration: we are having an important check of our system and needed everyone to call their patients and confirm if they were alive. Easy enough. I came out here literally to do one thing: check that they have a note saying "I called so and so and he is alive on this date". They had put that info into our database and I came to check it and..."oh, you need that? Oh, she must not have put it down, I'll have to give it to you later and by the way I haven't been able to log in for a week but didn't bother to call you or the Helpdesk, so I can't make any changes today either". OMG WHY IS THIS SO HARD FOR YOU??

The winner for "Most Ironic Headline" (or maybe "Most Ironically Named Bar") goes to: "Man Stabbed with Samurai Sword at No Drama Lounge."

If you name your bar "No Drama Lounge," you are just BEGGING for people to get stabbed with samurai swords.

I am in Belfast! Now I just need to be awake for a few more hours to try to combat the dreaded jet lag.

You know, you just don't see enough headlines about being stabbed with a samurai sword.

During the Olympics Women's Ice Hockey Gold Final, I was on a conference call with Canadians while exchanging tweets with a Canadian friend who was on a conference call with Americans.

I hope the Canadians gloated politely.

Our interwebs have been slow with everyone watching online.

Meanwhile, at the Drama Llama Lounge, the regular patrons are quietly sipping their drinks.

I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something hugely important. Like pants. (Note, I'm wearing a dress, so I am not, in fact, wearing pants, but). As if I'm going to show up in the entirely wrong city today, or something. I don't know what this freaky feeling is about.

If your life were a tv commercial this would mean that you forgot to close your front door and a bear is currently ransacking your fridge.