Laura, if it's going to be a while before Brendon can go in for surgery you might want to get him something like a snapper cane so he won't be tempted to try and pick something up unaided.

We had a family wedding this afternoon, an outdoor affair at a lodge's terraced ampitheater with a 24-person wedding party (!) including the bride and groom. Got to visit with most of my aunts and various cousins, which was very nice.

I tore a seam under the arm of my best short-sleeve dress shirt while lifting Dad, and when I got home the sole of one of my shoes came loose. So apparently my hatred of dress clothes is mutual.

{{{Laura}}} I'm sorry you are dealing with so much right now.

That's a good idea, Matt. I think my sister has a couple of those around so I can grab one from her.

Oh dear, I have resisted for so long, but jumped into the fire. Too many of my life long friends and family are on the Trump train and I just can't deal with it. Oh well, I expect my number of friends to drop, but I just have to engage. I should know better, and yet.

Oh Laura, what an awful week. I'm sorry. Hang in there.

All that and then having to deal with Trump-ites? Too much, Laura.

Apropos of nothing: I had some super vivid dreams this morning, including one where Wolverine was working as Tony Stark's bodyguard/manservant. Is that canonically possible?

Wolverine can't be bought and sold. Maybe if Logan had some ulterior motive for taking the job. But even then, it would be about 30 minutes before he would want to wipe the smirk off of Tony's face.

Heh. Yeah, I think there was a strategic/tactical reason for it, but the dream logic didn't make it to morning.

I can see Wolvie being assigned to Tony, with attendant threats from both sides.