Well, after rolling my foot over a ball for a couple minutes, I put on a neoprene brace thingy. No foot cramps. However I did have a muscle cramp in the calf of the other leg. How badly out of balance are my electrolyes?!?

ETA: Coconut oil, hmm. I know that my skin generally likes it, so even if it doesn't touch the ankle pain, it would make my feet happier.

Why am I sitting silently in a 9AM conference call with 4 other people, waiting for someone else to join, when I could be working with Crazy Ex-Girlfriend in the background?

Some sort of curse?

I just got a call that was like, We might have to cancel your doctor's appointment tomorrow, but maybe not? Call us back. Which I did, which was dumb, because I can definitely do the appointment if they will be there, since it is right by my house. So now I'm waiting until their afternoon meeting when they will make the call.

You guys, this is hilarious: one of my FB friends is a nun, about 4 years older than me. (She was also a Marine and is currently a journalist who rescues/fosters feral kittens in her spare time. Nuns roll deep.) She posted that her newest foster kitten is a total snugglebug, EXCEPT that he gets freaked out if she has a hoodie on with the hood up -- she called that her "Nun thug" look. The comments have run wild with what she should have printed on her hoodie. So far the winner is "Notorious N.U.N."

I've got a doctor's check up tomorrow, and I'm in my usual "You haven't taken very good care of yourself, your numbers will be horrible, he's going to sigh at you, your body's falling apart, why can't I just live my life without obsessing about all this" mood. Granted, I said "fuck it" over the holidays, and while I didn't go utterly hogwild, there were still some pie situations that I shouldn't have indulged in. It just seems like such a losing battle between poor health and living a life where I need to spend my time judging everything I do. I envy the people who don't give a damn.

...I hadn't thought about the downsides to an early-January check-up until just now. Meh.

She posted that her newest foster kitten is a total snugglebug, EXCEPT that he gets freaked out if she has a hoodie on with the hood up -- she called that her "Nun thug" look. The comments have run wild with what she should have printed on her hoodie. So far the winner is "Notorious N.U.N."

That is perfect.

When/If Ruth Bader Ginsburg retires, I want her last entry into the Supreme Court chambers to be preceded by Lin-Manual Miranda declaring her achievements in rhyme, ending with "Notorious R.B.G. in the house!"

I love the Notorious NUN! Also the LMM for RBG idea.

I can't decide if Trump turned on Bannon or Bannon turned on Trump or if they simultaneously turned on each other or if something else entirely is going on or if Steve Bannon is just a bunch of otters in a human suit.