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.

David, I'm sorry about your day, but I'm glad your hip is better. Tell your phone to shape up.

The rooster story is the Best Thing Ever, and Zen, I so hope you (or she) will let me (or some writer) use it in a book one day because it's perfect.

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.

This. Facebook fills me with dread and anxiety now. And I have enough without it already.

Hafla?

Belly dancing ... thing. I'm pretty sure my working definition is not accurate, so I won't give it, but I have been assured it's a low pressure performance thing.

Bummer, Zen! Is this the one that survived the washing machine?

Then President Obama had to go make me cry again with awarding the medal to Joe Biden. Well, actually it was Joe that brought on the tears.

ION, my eldest son actually started a job today. It has been years since he worked for anyone but me (and that was parental charity). It is working for a friend's business. Perfectly fits in with the rest of the people there with his overgrown beard and tie-dye shirts and sandals. Phone tech stuff. Hours are 10-6 so he doesn't have to get up in the dark. Crossing digits that he lasts. He needs some success.

Then President Obama had to go make me cry again with awarding the medal to Joe Biden. Well, actually it was Joe that brought on the tears.

That was beautiful. It's been so nice having an administration that I not only respect, but admire. I took that for granted after the first 4 years.

The rooster story is the Best Thing Ever, and Zen, I so hope you (or she) will let me (or some writer) use it in a book one day because it's perfect.

If I ever get back in touch with her, I'll ask if she minds!

Bummer, Zen! Is this the one that survived the washing machine?

Yes! So unfair, the poor thing.

ION, my eldest son actually started a job today.

Yay! May he succeed!

Ooh, good luck to him Laura!!

Go, son of Laura!

Poor lost Fitbit.

Ah, yes, I can tell the decongestant was working by how much it sucks when it wears off.