Oh no, Sheryl!

Does it make it more/less inappropriate if the artist is even younger?

I mean, DiCaprio has done the thing where he keeps getting older, but the girls stay the same age....

I have a passport! The world is mine!

Canada probably, I've wanted to go back to Quebec for decades. Or maybe visit Elena in her country.

I've seen lots of faked passports in various situations, and on the face of it, this looks like just one more. But it's the real deal, with my picture and information and the key to most of the borders of the world. Possibly the most significant identification document in the country. The sense of freedom I feel with this in my hands is amazing. If things go drastically wrong, I can point my car north and be across the border in a few hours. That might be overdramatic (please), but there's a real potential problem in that Utah's drivers licenses won't meet revised standards for travel identification in a couple of years. Not a problem, you'd think, but a few years ago Utah passed an actual law against making further changes to drivers licenses in the name of national identification. The Utah legislature is big on message bills that go Neener Neener.

So Utah has a couple of years to work out how to revise the drivers licenses in the least chaotic and expensive method and work out whether to pass a quick resolution over-riding that law or having to actually repeal it. And, of course, dealing with the whack-a-moles out in the boonies who will shriek that they shouldn't have to be beholden to the Feds and they're Sovereign Citizens and all that.

But I have a passport, so my drivers license only has to give me the right to drive, not be my ID.

Is that really you, Connie? Ah yes, I see it is! I like having mine too, although I haven't done anything exciting with it.

So my team member with the back issue yesterday was sent home with a recommendation for ibuprofen and a heating pad. Turns out, I am jealous of her apparent lack of period cramps, because she didn't have either thing in the house!

The gym had hot water today, to everyone in my vicinity's relief I am sure.

Ha! Took me a minute to figure out what "A dinkens Victorian CHristmas" might mean. Good Place extension, still amusing.

Good Place extension, still amusing.

It is!

I'm still scheduled for 4PM to start recount stuff, but they still don't know if they will be ready because of the machine issues. They also want us to bring our cell phones with the reporting app loaded because they can't be sure we will have internet access and may have to use cell data. I'm impressed with the recount team's efforts to anticipate and cover a variety of contingencies.

Why Did No One Think Of This Department: the Park's new water equipment is rated for 800 lbs pressure. The homes, however, can only deal with 500 lbs. pressure. Now there are burst leaking pipes everywhere and the water service is off for the day again. Good thing I am at the back of the park and my home is unaffected.

Bad news: the peanut butter spring traps caught nothing at all last night. Also I have two more drawers full of stuff to clean up because apparently lemon grass and sesame seed is delightful to rodents. Auuuuugh. I can't even. I have boxes of kitchen ware all over already.

The GOOD news is that my Dad will be flying into SFO on Monday. I am so anxious to see him. He has survived the impossible once again. Without modern medicine he would certainly have died from impacted small bowel with some perforation. He is just about unkillable. He had lymphoma and lived, bowel cancer that returned, a heart attack and the time he went over the handlebars of his mountain bike and broke his clavicle, cracked a rib and bonked his head. Oh, and a motorcycle accident in the 70s the grown ups tried to keep from me so I wouldn't worry (I so did).

So I will be thankful this holiday season because I still have my Dad.

I'm sorry, Sheryl, but glad that it wasn't worse. There's a lot more blind spot than you would suspect for some cars, so don't beat yourself up too much.

Oh! And in fun passenger news, I had a double-amputee young woman on her way to work. She had a neat wheelchair where the wheels came off easily, and then she showed me how I could lift the body of the chair so that it fit over the front passenger seat -- much easier than using the trunk.

Plus she was able to show me where the accessible entrance to her confusing building was, because of course the GPS shows you the wrong street and entrance.

I like it when I can feel useful when I drive people places. :-)