Thanks, Suzi. You too! I hate this uncertainty.
Horseshoe crabs aren't really crabs, they're more like Jillifonts, and they're really ancient, like cockroaches, unchanged for millions of years, and they have blue blood which is used in some medical testing procedure I forgot, and so they're harvested and probed and their blood is stolen and then they're released back into the sea with a fantastic story of alien abduction, but they're being overharvested because they can only take so much of that Close Encounters shit, so farming them is a good idea and also probably profitable. And that's all I know about horseshoe crabs. Over to you, billytea.
I have voted! Now I'm on my way to a salon for a Madam President mani-pedi and a glass of champagne.
Man, that sounds like an excellent birthday.
Knock on wood, but four years from now, there will be kids in high school for whom a white male president is just in History.
Horseshoe crabs are pretty cool! I had no idea.
I'm sorry about the layoffs, Zen and Suzi. That's no fun to get through.
brenda's birthday does indeed sound awesome, as befits brenda!
In my news, almost-13-year-olds girls = oh lord, give me strength.
Today my coping mechanism has been a delux pedicure then I'm headed to Torrid to find some long yoga pants and a witchy t-shirt.
Sheryl, I'm glad Gary is coming home early. Destructo toddlers are exhausting. How old is the little guy now?
Define complaints about quality.
The complaints I saw were about lack of coordination between different care providers causing problems, and about poor quality of nursing (with the implication that lower pay is drawing less qualified nurses; I don't know how the pay scales actually stack up).
No Canadian I've ever met would get within a mile of the US system.
This I actually have seen—more than one minor pro hockey player delaying their return home to Canada so they could get medical care under their US doctors. May have been something about familiarity with the team's doctors though.
sj, he's 15 months old, and walking. We're all in trouble now .
ltc is walking too and completely fearless. She's also getting really good at taking off her clothes which she thinks is hilarious.
Blah. Now that I've had a chance for my head to clear and look into it, the new diagnosis is bad news. It means my esophagus has become permanently damaged and I'm at higher risk for cancer. The full extent of what's going on will be revealed once the biopsies come back. No matter what, I've got some dietary changes ahead.
Oh, walking babies. ♥
Sheryl, wishing you and your foot some rest when Gary gets home!
