Some people think 5.5 hours from Edinburgh is a good thing, especially the more difficult they are.

I'm not saying I'm those people. After all, Fringe.

Being a twin must be complex.

Being a twin whose twin came back late too. I was there when Noah asked why Grace had the same last name as him, and I honestly almost cried. He was okay about that being because it was his sister.

The only metal tools I use are tongs. But I have two matching "caucasian" slashes on my right arm, because when I let the cookie sheets pile up dirty, two dry in the rack, two dry in the oven. And then days later I preheat the oven with sheets in them, remember too late, move them safely into the sink and swat them both simultaneously with my arm. Come on, baby, tan!

Oh, and Kat, I guess the trache surgery is a quantum leap. It's not necessarily a huge distance leap, but it's a significant change that takes a lot of energy to get past. Just...not the last.

Thank you Connie. She has pancreatic cancer, but at least it is the kind that is responsive to treatment. We are all very hopeful and staying positive.

Who got the idea to treat every job as if it required continuous improvement? Why isn't it okay that I'm good at it and I continue to be good at it?

The idea that everything can improve on to infinity seems under-supported at best.

I hope the treatment works well for your aunt, Burrell.

Every quarter the shareholders demand growth for their stock. Regardless if growth is more cancerous than fruitful.

The idea that everything can improve on to infinity seems under-supported at best.

Yeah, my department is coming up against this as well. Maybe we can't have growth every year?

We actually have a sales plan for this year that is lower than last year's, because realism. But we are continually supposed to have individual improvement on other metrics, and this year there's a particular emphasis on employee opportunity (but also cost cutting so while no one actually comes out and says "do more with less" it does feel like that).

There are good people in the world.

CJ's car died again today. This time he was in the left turn lane at a busy intersection near our place. He called me and I headed over. When I passed him to park my car, no one had stopped to help him but by the time I got back to him on foot, a mom and son where helping him steer/push. As I started to help, an SUV pulled up behind us and 4-5 track and field guys jumped out and got to pushing. The intersection is uphill, so it was great to have the extra muscle. Once the car was out of the way and into a parking lot, they hopped back in the SUV as CJ and I yelled our thank you's to them.

So, how much is a new fuel pump going to cost me?

Well, my day just took a sharp turn into Not Good.