Whoa.

Yeah, I totally repressed the packrat story because rats freak me out enough as is. Rats with a plan? Even freakier!

Found a matcha tea macaron recipe that *may* be accessible to me, but seems like mid-level baking. I may not have the chops.

And in other dessert news, I discovered a new product called Tillamookies at my local market. They had the vanilla bean. Warning: they are really good.

Recipes that involve tutorials can be a bit much.

I like the look of those Tillamookies. The ice cream/gelato to cookie ratio is very appealing.

While the obvious HUGE good thing is that Tim's lung is nicely re-inflated and staying that way, he's got some blisters at the edge of the Tegaderm over the incision site, and the doctor said to leave it on for 48 hours, and Tim is a stickler for following rules. So I took nail scissors and tried to cut a margin of the Tegaderm away from the blisters. It also looks like one of his piercings might be infected.

And compared to a collapsed lung, those are minor, but still. Those are literally adding insult to injury.

Ow, blisters under the Tegaderm? Is he allergic to it, or is it rubbing him wrong, or what?

I am freaked out. I did not know pack rats were actual rats. That collected things. I do not want to know that.

Also, my neighbors came by this afternoon and claimed they've seen crackheads smoking by our garages, and suggested we get a motion detector sprinkler. Um....

I totes want some tillamookies. Mmmm. Also good: those gelato sandwich bars--the key lime with graham cracker is delicious.

Crackheads by the garage is NOT ON, meara. Yeesh.

Recipes that involve tutorials can be a bit much.

Hence my hesitation

It sounds like he's allergic to the Tegaderm, which is not unheard of. If it was me, I'd take off the tegaderm and replace it with a larger nonabsorbent pad and paper tape.

Allergic to Tegaderm? What a bummer.

I am sensitive to Tegaderm (most medical tape adhesives, too). I'm sorry Tim has to add that to the sucktastic experience.

There is a piano tuner in my office.

I can never resist saying "Oh! My favorite song!". Every time. Sometimes I'm an ass.

I hear some pretty random things from my office.

Woke up too early, couldn't stop thinking about work, so I just came in. I think I actually can get everything done today with no problem (and my main deadline is actually on Sunday, so worst-case scenario, I still have the weekend to finish things up), but ugh. Stupid work. At least I had a brainstorm about someone to ask for help on one tricky thing.