Ugh, Calli. That's certainly a drag for everyone involved.
'Get It Done'
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 dear, good plumbing~ma to you and your landlord, Calli.
Matt, thanks, I'll keep it in mind if it gets to the point I feel I have to take it.
Oh no, Calli! That sounds like a mess.
Yeah, the thing about the statins is that the side effects can be major, and include things that you wouldn't expect, like easily getting angry
I can't remember what they put DH in, but he stopped taking it because of sudden onset anger issues. It was scary. He's going to discuss a new one with his GP when he goes back in.
Matt, that's what my NP put me on. Low dose.
Oh, Calli, that sounds like a nightmare.
In other news, I had a lovely lunch with my mom out on her lanai enjoying the sunshine and breeze today. Happy to report that the crispy sesame bread made a big difference in my homemade muffaletta experiment. Central Grocery has nothing to worry about, but the results were very good, and probably would have been equal to any of the local places that formerly offered them if I'd oven toasted the sandwiches rather than making them cold.
I read one recipe called Overnight Mufuletta Sandwiches. Apparently letting them sit awhile let's the olive oil soak into the bread.
I think I'd prefer toasted bread to soggy.
I think I'd prefer toasted bread to soggy.
That's how they serve them at Napoleon House! And I prefer them that way to the Central Grocery.
Yeah, the latter's flavor is unrivaled, but I recall my sandwich verging on being a pudding. I prefer fluffy-crunchy dry texture to my bread too.
I read news stories like 100,000 crew members remain in cruise ship limbo for months and I keep wondering if the buffista zuisa is OK.
I couldn't do more than skim that article. Way depressing. Heartbreaking.
Here it is, Monday again. I don't think I went off my property at all since Mother's Day. This may be bringing some measure of previously unknown Agoraphobia out in me. I generally think of myself as social, but just waving and chatting to people that walk by the house seems to be adequate. Of course I live with 3 other people, 2 cats, and a dog, so it isn't exactly quiet here. I have had a number of my basketball kids come by to work with DH pretty often, but they mime hugs to me from afar.
Mostly I am just content to hang at home and get deliveries. I work. I've read a whole bunch. Watched a bunch of shows. This is sooooo much harder for so many people than it is for me. I hurt for them, and have some level of guilt for being fine with my level of isolation.