Oooh. I have fresh mozzarella and prosciutto (also not people), but no figs. (In an amusing coincidence, my mom texted me from Trader Joe's about 20 minutes ago -- in all caps -- the following message: "AT TJS. FRESH FIGS YUM!!!" She really loves roasted figs.)

I had a salad of Cheerios, milk, and sugar. Not grilled though.

Sophia, I'm really sorry to read about your cat.

I wish I'd been here on 9/11. I spent the day crying in front of the TV, and on the phone with my New Yorkers and my mom. But I didn't find you until after Sara was born, so spring 2004, I think.

Amy were you a Bronzer on 9/11? I found out from Narrator on the private board.

Is Sara okay?

Have I mentioned that I probably have to be in DC on election day for work? I don't think I can handle an election watch party with coworkers.

Oh, that sounds fraught.

If you wanted to come up to Baltimore election evening, we usually have an election night viewing at the bar at Atomic Books, Shrift. We could put you up for the night.

I fixed a mistake I made and I think that's it for the day. I'm getting myself a shake and going home to read a rom com.

I wrote a long post on FB about 9/11 and now I'm too tired to do anything else.

The surgery on my fibula to fix the mess of the previous surgery is now scheduled, at last, for Thursday next week. My sister will stay with me for a few days and after that, I'll need to take it easy for a couple weeks but I should be fine by myself. There's nothing they can do about the complete loss of cartilage in the ankle, though. That was probably inevitable, given the severity of the injury.

Vitamin D - I take 6000 IU a day. My doctor has been surprised at how good my D levels are, for someone who is rarely in full sunlight. So pop those pills, at least they're small!

ION, I hate celery. My lunch has been a bit annoying, what with the occasional bitter crunch disrupting my tuna noodle casserole.

I am sorry about your cartilage Zen. I think we are getting old and injured. I don't want old and injured buffista s

Also, reading over the old buffist a threads, I miss people like Betsy and Jean A and Kathy A and original recipe Rio.

To be brutally honest, I hate smartphones and the loss of keyboard culture. I hate Twitter and Facebook gives my ADHD hives. I'm deeply suspicious of putting my banking, my writing, my photos, and my personal ramblings on/in/at (you choose) the cloud. I hate losing track of people, I mourn diaspora.

I'm officially old and cranky. I don't think there's a cure for that.

I had saltines and water for lunch, because I need to go to the store--no, its okay, there is food in the fridge and pantry, it's just not food I want to eat. Truth is, I lost 20 lbs when I wasn't looking, and food just...enh. We've never really been friends, and we're pretty estranged now.

I miss us. I miss people who've moved on. I miss people I can't get back. I miss a world that made sense, even when planes were crashing into buildings.

Zen, I hope the surgery helps the overall pain and the flexibility. That volcano really did a number on you, and I know it's been a long, painful process since.

I miss us, too, Bev. I miss Natter when I could be here more, but also when we were all here more. And then I miss ita, so much.

Amy were you a Bronzer on 9/11? I found out from Narrator on the private board.

I wasn't on the Beta until after, because I remember reading you all talking about the day after the fact. And Sara's fine, just a back-to-school sinus infection with a terrible cough. The hard-ass nurse at school actually called me to come get her.