Strix, good heavens, 4 WEEKS without hot water? You might as well have gone camping!

(I hate camping.)

Theo, ouch. But you're right, a new/used car would have cost much more, and Subarus are tough little things worth repairing.

the mother load of baggalini bags

Ahh, Baggalinis. I have about five of 'em. I carried one little crossbody purse all through Ireland and it carried everything I needed for all-day outings. Amazing. Like a little Tardis. Should've bought it in blue.

Oh Strix, yay for a good hot shower!

Strix, insent to your profile address.

Saw my doc as a follow-up on my trigeminal nueralgia. Going to try a maintenance dose for the next couple of months and then in October look at tapering down to see if it I can go off the meds. Yay?

Now if only I could shake today's headache. Plus it is HOT outside. And I'm feeling whiney.

Damn, Strix, I would've been like "I'll be living with someone else til that's fixed..."

OMG, Strix, that might kill me. Although the crock pot was a brilliant idea.

96 degrees here and mid/high 90s for the next few weeks. Does not make life any more pleasant to lead.

But there's a rainstorm at the far end of the lake at the end of the valley.

Timelies all!

Yay for hot showers, Strix!

The only thing keeping me from screaming this week down has been all the company this week.

This May end in dejection, but we won't know unless we try. The utter worst case scenario is institutional suicide, so I'm not too concerned about that.

I don't think I would have thought of the crock pot. I've never been inspired by that long a stint without hot water. The worst I've done is 8 days without power and, since we were on a well, without water. We had a fitness center membership, though, so we got showers, and we had a wood stove. The experience should have taught me wash dishes every night, though.

Kaiser's new pharmacy system had better create sparkly rainbows been it's fully implemented. My Adderall prescription can't be ordered through the normal system, but if they have the paper on file, I can call and have them go ahead and fill it. For three days I couldn't get through on the phone. I left messages, which was as futile as I expected it would be. I finally went there yesterday, but they said it would be two hours, so I went to pick it up today. I waited half an hour in a line of similarly put-out people, including the guy who said loudly, "I can't wait any more" and huffed out. (Unrelatedly, he was well into his 40s; heavily tanned; and wearing flip flops and board shorts. His hair had been bleached nearly white, then died bright yellow on the top. This may not be an unusual look in some places, but it is in suburban Atlanta.)