You do seriously have to have years of training to take regular full doses and still be functional. Hubby had a briefcase full of different things.

Yes, my mom was like Tep's dad. She'd been on them a loooong time and had quite the tolerance.

That's a bummer. Do you have some sort of agreement to get the price discounted at least, Theo?

I'm sure that's the best possible way to spend a shooting, ignorant of it. Glad you're all okay.

Agreed. On both points.

Ugh -- my car is not getting repaired until at least Monday. (Very good mechanic, one of his guys is out due to illness, I am slotted in on a FIFO basis.) So it looks like I'll take a short-term rental in order to at least have some money coming in over the weekend. Le Sigh.

Oh man, that sucks! I'm sorry.

he good news is, the thing that I was pretty sure I hadn't fucked up? I hadn't fucked up! (Intimidating coworker: "I've asked and asked to be copied on these things!" Me, internally, "Ugh, I guess I fucked up yet again..." [time passes, I get back to my desk and search my email] Me, via email: Here's the email chain you were in fact copied on!!!!)

I love/hate that sort of thing. I just got off the phone with someone who wanted to dictate an email to say she should have been on a chain but wasn't. It's true she should have and I am investigating why (it was a large mass email) but lady I'm not going to type the exact apology you want.

Cory Booker and Kamala Harris: YES

I knew I was happy to see people with a "D" next to their name engage in that time-honored practice of fighting for us, but it seems I was even more thrilled than I let myself realize.

Someone on MSNBC (Ali Velshi, maybe) was recapping Booker's release of the documents. I already knew about it, and I needed a glass of water, so it seemed like a good time to step away from the TV.

Halfway from my office to the kitchen, I realized I was doing white-people-wedding-Conga-line-dancing, and singing aloud, "Call their fucking bluh-uff. Call their fucking bluh-uff. Call their fucking bluh-uff."

Awww, Burt Reynolds died. I knew quite a lot of people that worked with him at his dinner theater in Florida. Without exception they loved him. At the end of the shows they were blown away by the personal gifts he gave them that showed he really listened to them when they chatted. He remembered that they had a cat or dog or sick sibling. They would go into battle mode if anyone said anything bad about him.

Cory Booker and Kamala Harris: YES

Come on Dems! Make me proud! Shake it up!

Aw, that's sad about Burt Reynolds and nice to hear good things about him.

It's true she should have and I am investigating why (it was a large mass email) but lady I'm not going to type the exact apology you want.

Oh god, people are ridiculous!

Twitter finally got enough bad attention and banned Alex Jones.

Back a ways, speaking of writing Eldritch runes on pills, reminds me of Agador Spartacus in the Birdcage, encouraging Nathan Lane to take his "Pirin pills".

"What are you giving him!"

"It's an aspirin with the A and the S scraped off."

And Cindy--

Dude, if eldritch runes appear on any of my pain killers, expired or no, I am taking that as a sign that I absolutely should take them.

Ditto, for any medication or comestible, really.

As long as it doesn't look like a tooth, right?

Timelies all!

Still hucking fot here. Bleah.

I was on tramadol for a while - got up to the maximum dose, then they cut me off. I considered going out on the street to get something but decided that was a bad idea. I have a few - five, I think - I've hung on to for an emergency.

Menopause - I hit it at 45. I'm now 66 and still get some hot flashes. My office is so cold that, even with the occasional hot flash I end up wearing a sweater much of the time.

As they say, old age ain't no place for sissies.