Mr. Flappy is back. I thought he'd gone out last night; I opened the door and quivered flat on my back on the couch, watching him flutter madly in circles around the living room, and then...I didn't see him for several hours.

He's a literary bat, at least; he was hiding behind the dictionary and started flapping about again this morning.

I tried to free you, Mr. Flappy. I'll be calling Animal Control. I hope they catch and release you.

He may be the same bat getting in through the same hole. It's the season that young, inexperienced bats are starting to stake out roosts, which leads to unexpected encounters on both sides.

So glad aurelia's nighttime excursion was concluded safely.

Me, I'm starting my pre-colonoscopy fast day. Lemon popsicles are OK, it turns out -- not one of the bad dyes (grape would be right out). As it turns out, something I ate at a barbecue (salmon burger) did not agree with me, at any rate... I'm already fairly empty. SIGH

Good luck, Theo. Try not to do too much while your body doesn't have a lot of fuel.

Go outside, Mr. Flappy! Indoors is no place for a bat.

I could definitely use another couple of hours of sleep. Oh well.

I can go look for myself, but I know that some people have a file of such things and might be able to quickly point me to a link:

If you had to choose 1 relatively easy-to-read article to support "weight/obesity isn't the critical factor in health outcomes*" which one would it be? I am going to make a post for one of my classes, and that seems like a soapbox worth hauling out, especially as these are people who are or will be in the health professions.

* This as distinct from "BMI is a bullshit metric" which is one of my favorites, but not applicable in this particular case

mac is at junior high. everyone pray for everyone.

Mornings go much slower when I'm not allowed to watch Breaking Bad because my sister is saving herself for marathoning the whole season. I need something to lift me up before I fall into work. Okay, uplifting is the wrong imagery. Distract.

(Junior fucking high!!)

Good luck, mac!

I'm at home this morning, trying to get a vet appointment for TNG (she's ok but had some blood in her poop on Saturday so I figured I should bring her in).

Had a good weekend: saw Beth & her DH & Javachik, and had a good bike ride yesterday, then took my dad to a jazz show and wine-tasting and out to dinner. And I watched a ton of vids from the Vividcon dvd set.

And I should probably be sending some job-related emails about now. Or walking the dog...

Debet, The Junk Food Science Blog is a good resource. If this [link] entry doesn't hit the point as hard as you wish, surely one of the others will.

mac is at junior high. everyone pray for everyone.

FWIW, I have heard the theory often that the earlier a person rebels the least destructive. As in better to get it out early because those that rebel late, like after college or worse yet in their 40s really do it up big time. So my theory is that mac got it out of his system early and junior high, high school and beyond will be easier.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

(Junior fucking high!!)

this is what I am saying!

Also - he CARES ABOUT HOW HE LOOKS NOW. like, almost overnight. he spent time matching things this morning AND fixing his hair. HE NEVER FIXES HIS HAIR. (his jacket that matched last years' shoes perfectly completely clashed with his outfit this morning - he is in need of a new jacket).