Way to go, Sail!

I don't know how much more I'm going to get done today. It's hot I feel pretty queasy, and things like the dryer beeping to tell me it's done drying are really irritating me. But I think I can manage a little more, there's still some Must Get Done stuff on my list.

I used you as my inspiration, -t. You were adulting like a boss and I told myself I could do that, too. It's always easier to get things done, when you have a companion, even if they're half a continent away.

Shortcakes were baked, shepherd pie consumed and a strawberry shortcake scarfed down. All that's left, now, is arranging pick-up of a package from FedEx on their website and a load of laundry. Done, done, done.

Well, that sure makes me feel good! Also, mmm, strawberry shortcake sounds SO GOOD.

Pausing for dinner, a delicious salad which is also in hard in the fridge for lunch slater on. In fact, I have lunches and dinners ready to go through next Monday, aside from a couple that are waiting on the CSA box to be delivered Tuesday night. Breakfasts through next Sunday. Not bad.

Someone on a stage IV breast cancer Facebook group just wrote "If vitamins help w/some things as supplements, why cant something as strange as lemon juice and baking soda? My oncologist is only schooled in modern medicine." (Yes, there's a "you can cure cancer with lemons and baking soda soda" thing going around.) Something like this comes up like every other week. I never say anything, because what I want to say is "There's a reason why it's called modern medicine" and "Could you make your life insurance over to me?" I don't want to hurt their feelings, but my urge to fix things makes me want to try to save them from falling for woo-woo stuff.

Yeah, not saying anything seems like the best choice, but I bet it's hard.

I feel like, as long as the woo woo is in addition to modern medicine and not instead of, probably doesn't hurt. Lemon juice and baking soda would probably hurt if taken internally, though,. In the literal sense of causing pain.

No one is eating my thistle seed. I miss my finches.

I remember what Hubby said, if woo-woo worked, rich people with cancer would be all over it.

If some random guy on the internet can be trusted, my ancestry can be traced back to 12th-century France. That's cool, though it probably has about a 5% chance of being right. But still! I feel like I should have a family crest.

(Yes, there's a "you can cure cancer with lemons and baking soda soda" thing going around.)

JFC. It would be less ridiculous if it were dandelions or rose quartz, or something else that everyone doesn't eat all the fucking time. You'd think people would have noticed if lemon bars cured cancer.

But just in case....

(Yes, there's a "you can cure cancer with lemons and baking soda soda" thing going around.)

In eighth grade, my science project was about laetrile.

But still! I feel like I should have a family crest.

Dana, are you any relation to the Delaware [same last name as yours]?