My dad used mom's FB account for a little while after she passed away. I finally had to say, "Dad, I get it, but I'm a goth and I find it a little unnerving to see mom leaving birthday wishes for Pete. Let me set you up your own account."

I think my computer just saved me. I got in the car earlier, and the rental car has satellite radio. The classical channel was playing the last couple of minutes of "On the Transmigration of Souls", John Adams' piece that was commissioned to commemorate 9/11. After I got done crying, I decided to listen to the rest of it once I got back to the hotel room.

My trusty little netbook, which is showing its age, got about five minutes into the YT video before it decided to stop. Or before it decided I should stop.

My dad was an early adopter of the internut (I think he might've been on D/ARPANET?) and both use their email for work/business and personal. My mother would've lost her mind if she had to share an email with my father. All his...stuff. And he would have cluelessly deleted stuff that was important to her because he does dumb shit like that.

There is a reason she doles out the cash and he only carries one of their credit cards. She's the one who balances the books; he's the one that forgets to tell anyone else that he moved money around. So his access is limited. It's partly her enabling, partly because starting 52 years ago, she learned that while he will keep meticulous records, his methods make her nuts, but he'd happily go along with anything if he just didn't have to do it at all. So she took over that aspect of their lives and everyone was happier.

Oh, hey, we are going to get our marriage license tomorrow morning!

WOO LICENSED TO MARRY!!!

Woo, official!

Make sure it is the right county! (My parents' marriage license is shifty. From county A, but signed by judge from county B and there's something iffy about the dates it was signed on. But it's been 45 years, I think they're legit by now.)

Let me know if they still make you swear you don't have syphilis. (I swear to god, mine did. Hamilton County, 1998.)

We did ours in the wrong colored ink. They have to be in black ink in Louisiana, we used the blue pen the clerk gave us, our rabbi traced over everything in black before he signed.

Hey, what's the blood test supposed to be for, anyway? They aren't checking for syphilis, are they? We didn't have to do one, my sister and her husband did.

I am going crazy with my email dinging at me. WebAssign, the online homework system we use, is having server problems. Students can sometimes log on to do their homework, but sometimes not. I sent an email to all my students, telling them that I know what's going on, and that I'll change the due dates on the homework if I need to. Even so, they all keep emailing me to let me know that each one of them is having problems logging on. I'm getting a new email every five minutes or so.

(OK, just looked at the time stamps, and it's not quite every five minutes. It's still annoying. And the email from the president of WebAssign says that the problem will be corrected "within a week," which is totally not a time frame I can work with.)

-t, I think the blood test is to make sure your blood Rh types are compatible so when you have babies you don't die. Something like that. According to my mom.