The landlord came by, while Steph was here, and he looked around and said that the apartment looked OK. And he was much nicer than he usually is when I'm here alone.

Also got my blood test results back, and my hemoglobin is normal. So, basically, I'm anemic, but they have no clue why I'm anemic, since I've never been anemic before, but they tested for everything that could cause it, and I don't have any of those things.

Good, Hil. I'm so glad Steph could be there.

I was going to glower at him and be all bitchface, but then I realized that it's more disarming to just be blonde and pleasant. So I was, and he was amiable, and swears he knows me from somewhere (SPOILER: he does not).

Then I got orange sherbet because it's summer, man! And now I have to edit.

I was borderline anemic, my doc suggested iron, my entire worldview brightened.

Steph, you know what's nice in the summertime (or anytime, as far as I'm concerned) - the mixture of orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream ... I always find it refreshing.

Hil, I'm also anemic for no good reason.

Steph, you know what's nice in the summertime (or anytime, as far as I'm concerned) - the mixture of orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream ... I always find it refreshing.

Like a creamsicle!

Mmmm, creamsicles.

Our localish brand ice cream, Turkey Hill, has a creamsicle flavor that I love. All of the yum, none of the drippy popsicle mess.

I could never understand the appeal of creamsicles.