It's 66 and pouring but so windy that it's pouring sideways. It feels like the end times, but at least they're warm.

now my phone is dead.

I guess I can't text you, then.

It feels like the end times, but at least they're warm.

I think our standards are lowering.

now my phone is dead.

I guess I can't text you, then.

Don't let him give you the plague.

But maybe take him to buy new, non-melted sweatpants.

Years ago, a co-worker told me about how she'd once worked for an association. She'd previously worked for a group that routinely said "rooster" instead of "roster". So, being used to it, she once asked someone for their rooster. At a meeting with her boss, the person asked presented him with a rubber chicken. With the association's logo stuck to its chest.

I am backing way the fuck away from FB for the time being. Social media is super important to stay up to date on all the political fuckwittery, and that's super valuable. But the unexpected downside of having so many friends who care so deeply about what's going on is that my feed is 85% politics, and that's too much for me right now.

So if I start posting a lot more here now, with inanities such as "The dog just wagged his tail in his sleep OH MY GOD SO CUTE!", well, you've been warned.

I pay close attention to my feeds of cool architecture and Art Deco stuff.

Glad y'all liked the rooster tale.

Just getting in here today and totally enjoyed.

I get it Teppy, my level of rage fatigue is really high. I am able to pace myself pretty good on line, but I am still unable to watch the news or even most of the late night comedy. I just get too upset. DH had to turn off the recorded Obama speech because I was crying too much.

Had a productive day of work. Getting my doctors ready for what they have to do to meet regulations for 2017. I actually have some that are waiting in hopes that their guy will gut all the rules. Despite it being Bush that started it all.

I'm hiding some news sources, rather than my friends? That way I won't see when they share stuff from some sources that I find overly inflammatory. Because god knows, shit like the Times and the Post are plenty upsetting right now.

I've lost my g-d fitbit. Don't know if I dropped it at the doctor's office or the grocery store. I might go back and retrace some of my steps and see if the app updates and maybe I can find it. Or I'll just get another.