I have decided to start worrying about my car battery. That unsettling satisfaction with my life has now receded. Really, I found myself looking around going "Wasn't there something I needed to take care of? Some task that was dogging me? What have I forgotten to do?"

That's great - thanks, Sue!

meara-ing:

Yay proof of greatness! Boo mysterious leaks! Boo mysterious beeps! Boo gallstones! Boo sick shrift (also, if you feel up to going out to get food, you are pretty much exactly across Golden Gate Park from the Vietnamese hot and sour soup so healing I swear it could raise the dead, but unfortunately they don't deliver so you would have to drag your ass out there)! Continuing to vibe for sumi until informed otherwise!

I am convinced that HRC lost because I didn't wear Madame President on my nails that night.

I would be crushed if that were so, but OTOH our pundits could then stop wasting everyone's time tearing us all to shreds over our inability to adequately empathize with angry white men and urging us to stop talking so much about civil rights and race and gender and other things that prevent angry white men from voting for our team. Sorry, guys, turns out it was just Zen's nail polish, so you can all shut up now.

the Bros of Has who produce objects of play for the people who sign the paychecks for Steve Rogers, Anna and Elsa, and Finn and Rey.

Come on, if you're going to go with that locution it's just mean to not include Son of Coul.

So there's this newish online magazine about classics edited by a PhD candidate from Princeton named Donna Zuckerberg. She wrote a forecful editorial about the co-option of classical imagery by the alt-right this week, and then today wrote about the backlash she got, and it suddenly dawned on me as I read the anti-semitic tweets she included that she is Mark Zuckerberg's sister. I am gobsmacked! It never occurred to me - I mean, surely there are a lot of Zuckerbergs!

It must be deeply weird to be Mark Zuckerberg's little sister.

C. Cret Buffista (of Buffista Lane on Buffista Island) sent me a lovely Thanksgiving card, and it completely brightened my day. Thank you, C. Cret!

Hey, can you maybe ask her why I suddenly can't post or comment on FB? It's deeply weird.

Awkward incident on the way home from work tonight. I stopped at the gas station and the credit card readers on the pumps were out of service. So I went inside and gave the clerk a $20 bill. The sale amount was $18.12, so I went back inside for my change.

"Pump 2," I said.

"Pump 2, okay," was the reply. "$18.12?"

"Yep."

The clerk tried to give me $18.12.

WOOOOOT PITCHES AND HOME RUNS AND BASEBALL METAPHORS ALL OUT THE YOODLY-HOODLY!

I swam my usual! Really slow, but I swam it without stopping! Considering the trifecta of headcold, cramps and angry gallbladder, I'm just glad to get back in the water. My lungs are a little grumpy about it, but they needed it.

You are frightening, sarameg.

It must be deeply weird to be Mark Zuckerberg's little sister.

Truly. Good for her for talking about this stuff!