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.

I am oddly dissatisfied waking up on a day with no birthday. I think I don't like it. Can't it be birthday every day?

The neighbors are rebuilding their wall. The wall that the owner and his brother laid out with levels and sight lines and string and possibly astrolabes and calipers and things. Dead level. Our wall follows the slope of the street, which is definitely not the line of the house foundation, but hey. Imperfection is an art, right? Celebration of it is a necessary joy.

But see, the new wife isn't happy with level. She wants it *more* level. So her hubby and her son are taking the wall apart and rebuilding it. So far I haven't seen an astrolabe, but they may bring out the six-foot mason's level before they're done.

My life, so exciting.

Well, this meeting just got better. Everyone's phones went off on an Amber Alert and then my friend got a call from her husband. Her BFF was just carjacked. Jebus.