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.)
Arts Fest is going on this week here, which looks like it'll be fun, though also a parking nightmare. Christine Lavin and Don White are going to be playing, and there's a photography exhibition, and a bunch of different music things. The local high school drama group got selected to represent Pennsylvania at a thing of American high school groups at Edinburgh Fringe Festival, so they're going to be performing something to raise money for their airfare and stuff.
Readercon for me this weekend! I go to pick up a friend from the train at 4 and drive her up to the hotel, so goodness starts early!
We've gone a week without hot water, but it was during the summer after a hurricane and "cold" showers was just fine. Cold water in Florida is not cold.
I'm missing Readercon (and various silly shuttle rides with Theo) but I get HPF back late Friday and I wouldn't miss that pickup for the world. We've been getting some pretty sad letters, but yesterday, they seem to have turned a corner... So hoping she's having a good time.
Aww, I hope HPF has good things to tell you. I sent a postcard from SJI.
Whoops, just startled the hell out of Maria. Hopefully coffee will make a good peace offering.
And, because I needed coffee before I knew what day it was: Happy Birthday, Sox!
Many happy returns, Sox!
I went bed early and slept soundly and still am so tired. Do not like. Well, would like fine if I could take the day off and sleep, actually, but that's not happening today.
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Bill Hillmann, a 32-year-old Chicago native who recently co-wrote the book, "Fiesta: How to Survive the Bulls of Pamplona," was gored Wednesday by a bull in Pamplona. He survived.
