Your poor family, Cash. I'm sorry.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh god, Cash. I have to say, that story sounds even more bizarre than it is when they don't name the victim.
Dammit. I'm very sorry, Cash.
Oh, Cashmere, that sounds so terrifying and awful! I'm so sorry.
I'm so very sorry, Cash. Your poor father, and even so, your poor brother.
I'm so sorry your family is going through this, Cash.
Oh, Cash, I'm so sorry. What a mess. How's your dad now?
Oh jeez Cash. I'm so sorry.
Dad's healing up okay. He's sore and more than a bit traumatized. But Joe's been calling him all day leaving messages on his phone, wanting to get bailed out. Just when I think it can't get worse. My sisters are going to visit Joe in jail and put a stop to the harassment.
We do have a protective order.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Cash.
Can you get your dad to block the calls from your brother? Or is he still using a landline?
W/rt WFH, my org of 44,000 individuals only currently has the capacity to give about 4,000 access to the network. They say they're trying to beef that up, but I suspect my WFH options will be limited: I keep a lot of files on the network, and I have to use a special app on our system for some of my reviews.
My brother-the-doctor is apparently 5 miles from me, treating patients coming off the Princess. Those poor people--and let's not forget they're keeping the CREW on the ship, putting them in quarantine on the ship, since most of them are not likely to be American citizens. It's awful. Nobody seems to know where the ship is going next.