No, Theo. No obvious reason for it. It's not bruising. It's on my feet and ankles and lower legs, on both legs. The pinpricks are really tiny, I might not have noticed if I hadn't been in the sunlight, but once seen...

I know Buspar raises blood pressure, and there's nothing else I can think of to account for it. Given that my mom died of vasculitis, anything going wrong with my blood vessels frankly scares me badly.

Petechiae are not a known Buspar side effect. They can be caused by an allergic reaction. Maybe you walked through some grass or weeds?

I've been walking on pavement. No plants have touched me today!

This ain't normal, is all I know.

Does your insurance have a nurse line, or can you call your doctor? Usually there's someone on call.

Met potential new boss; am very excited. Hope he takes the job.

Ooh, that sounds promising!

I made pie, and since I made a lattice top crust there was enough left over for a tiny pie for me (YUM) and a tiny pie for my new roommate, who moved in today! It's a bit weird--my last one was only around for a little over a month, really, and gone a lot, so it's been months, and it's strange having someone around, even though she's someone I already knew!

Lattice top crusts seem so incredibly difficult and FANCY.

I have Rainbow Rowell's new book which I am looking forward to. I absolutely need to make an eye appointment for next week as I am having a hard time seeing.

French Bulldogs are pretty cute. We have a friend from N's baseball team that has two: Guapo and Dulce.

I'm reading that hoodwinked house blog. Horrifying and fascinating, but I do wonder if tearing the house down might have been a better option.

I find Tiny Houses fascinating but somewhat claustrophobic.

It has been some time since I made a pie with or without lattice crust. Hmmmm.

In its a small world news, I got home from going to the beach to watch the supermoon rise and DH mentions that a friend of ours in Ecuador has posted a picture of tres superlunas.

Sumi, given the vintage of the house, I wondered the same. It's one thing, restoration, complete other an incremental regut, which is what he did.

I know some of my electric is dodgy (can't space heat and microwave in the kitchen; no hair dryer and ac on same circuit,) I will eventually have to replace meter to house main and main sewage, I need to repipe to the second floor, I've got lots of plaster that needs work once I stop the damned roof leak, I need to reinsulate, I'd love to put n a new kitchen and second bath, BUT most of this is just age and neglect, not deliberate incompetence.

Also makes me glad I got a place with minimal updates from a slumlord landlord rather than a flipper. He did a crappy job on a lot of things, but he didn't actually do a lot of things- and dumb stuff, the inspector mostly caught. I wish he'd caught the mismatched metal pipe joins, but that was painted over and at least a couple years old then.

Most of the weird shit in my house is because a former owner was a diehard if not always competent DIYer. Even when the weirdness is annoying I find it kind of endearing because I can see what he was thinking.

Looks too overcast to see the moon here. I might just go to bed.

I swear I'm putting a clause in my will that the next homeowner (I'm never moving again) CANNOT PAINT OVER THE BANNISTER. Other than that, I'm trying to do it right, but someday, someone won't love my vintage lavender and green bathroom.

The pie was brought to my friend's BBQ and pronounced yummy. The BBQ was exciting because he cooked a whole pig. There was so much food leftover even though a lot of people came. Apparently last year they did it for the first time and got a 75 pound pig and only had about 20 people, and made everyone take home pounds of meat. This year they only got a 38 pound pig? And I think like half of it was left!!