Congrats to Emmett!

"Consent is Sexy" - IDK. No matter what you come up with or how awesome and perfect you and a bunch of other people think it is, someone is going to come up with something that's awful about it, regardless of whether it makes any sense.

Lightning storm has passed by. Only lost power for a moment, but cable is fried. I'm lucky I still have Internet. Got some neat photos of sheet lightning, though. It looks different through the camera lenses than to the eye. Literally like sheets; half the photo is dark and half is bright, like an aurora almost.

And posting made it better! Cable is back. Thanks, B.org magic.

Congrats, Emmett!

I swam tonight. Definitely hit a wall, but I'm on the mend.

So I took the Which English? test. Their top three guesses for my English dialect were: 1. American (Standard) 2. Singaporean 3. South African

1 is correct, don't know where the other two came from!

Their top three guesses for my native language: 1. Norwegian 2. English 3. Swedish

Now that's surprising. It's English. Why Norwegian?

I work tomorrow and really need to get to bed, but wanted to update on Oz. I think the cat-sitter may have over-dosed him on insulin (my guess is he wasn't eating, but Sylvester was finishing all the food), because after getting him to eat a few treats, then a few more, he is now eating small bowls of regular food. His eyes are clearer and focused and he is up walking around much more like normal. Still he has noticeably lost weight and is wobbly, but much much better than Wednesday.

Glad to hear that, msbelle.

Hubby's first guess on English was Singapore. His native language was guessed to be Vietnamese. That algorithm needs a lot of input. (His first language is probably German, and he's lived on military bases around the world.)

I hope Oz is okay now, msbelle.

I got Singapore also. I'm sure I skewed some metric in that Farsi was one of my first languages.

Someone just slammed his car into the ditch at the corner of my property. Big bang. I stepped out on the porch and heard him talking loudly, presumably on a phone, and he walked away when he couldn't back the car out. Now there are two cop cars out there, trying to find him. I guess that means the license plate isn't registered to the person who was driving it. He must have been drunk or asleep or something to head directly at the row of trees instead of going straight. Or turning, but no one lives in the direction of the turn except my neighbor. I'm pretty sure he's okay, since he walked away, and I'm glad he wasn't badly hurt, but I'm also glad he wasn't going fast enough to jump the embankment and damage my trees. I wonder if I'll ever find out how this resolves.