I am in a weirdly good mood this morning. Probably because I upped my Prozac (my prescription was for two a day, but my doc wanted me to start with one a day to check for side effects or whatever, and I was doing so well on that dose I never upped it. She also had me taking it in the morning, while the pharmacist said it might be better to take it at night, so last night I took one to see if that was better and this morning I took another one more or less out of habit but also to try the higher dose) but also had a couple of nice interactions with humans before work. I went to Starbucks and my barista complimented my safety pin and lamented that she didn't have one, so I gave her an extra I had pinned to my bag. And when I was parking I had to wait for a truck to pull through to the loading docks and I noticed he was turning too sharply and heading for the parking lot, so I waved him over in the right direction and he was all smiling and waving thanks, so that felt like a good deed.

Yay, -t.

Good luck, Suzi!

Thanks for checking in about your dad, msbelle -- I kept wondering how his surgery had gone at the wrong moments.

Holy shit, y'all! I just found out that a friend of mine in NYC dated Trump decades ago. She is terrified by the prospect of him being President—unsurprisingly, he had a monstrous ego and was a complete asshole way back then.

Holy shit!

For my part, I took a long walk and had lunch at a diner and am feeling much more together now after making myself cry this morning. I just knew the walk would do me right. I used to take a lot more long walks, but seeing my father at lunchtime on the weekends really fucks up my whole day, because 11 is about when I want to get going for the day. I realize there is plenty of time for stuff afterward, but then it's too easy not to get back out.

Strength for you getting through your dad's recovery, msbelle. And ~ma for him, of course.

Oh! And! My local PBS is showing the GBBO Master Class episodes! The last one is on now, but I watched half of another one at the diner.

~ma to Suzi and msbelle's dad.

-t, what's with the safety pin? Someone else mentioned it but I failed to get the memo, evidently.

I texted you because I was concerned, but I don't know if it went through.

I never got it, sj. I'm sorry I worried you, and I'm sorry I didn't text first. Because of post-election drama and other stuff, I never left my house until after 6.

Healing~ma for your dad, msbelle, and sanity~ma for your mom.

No problem, Maria. I knew you were upset and I was just worried about you driving because that's what I do.

Glad you're having a good day, -t. That's great.

Okay, I just made my Holy-Shit-Trump-Was-Elected appointment with my OB/GYN. I was actually overdue for my annual checkup anyway.

I'm trying to think of things I need to do. I am not a very street smart person. I am not good at strategy. I knew enough to renew my passport a couple months ago but I didn't do anything more than that (mostly because the obvious thing would have been getting financial resources together and I hardly have any of those). I need to go to the med center right now to try to get the labs my doctor ordered 2 weeks ago. And I should see if I can accelerate any healthcare stuff before that gets yanked away. But what things are people doing personally to try to prepare?

The short answer is it's a pin representing safety, Beverly. Started after Brexit as a sign of solidarity with Muslim immigrants, as I understand it [link]

Right. Passport. Still need to do that.