Yikes, Theo, that is no good. I'm glad you called 911.

My dentist has a flatscreen on the ceiling--in every treatment room!--Netflix, and he hands you the remote if you want it. I usually just watch the aquarium fish on the screensaver. Color! Movement! Pretty! No engagement necessary!

So scary, Theo. I hope she recovers okay. Time for a raised toilet seat for her?

I voted today. It feels so good to have gotten it out of the way. I brought my little RBG figurine with me, in my jacket pocket.

We applied for mail-in ballots, so we filled them out at home, masked up, and took them to our early voting site, where we turned them in (the town clerk's office at Town Hall).

There were people there, voting at the little voting carrels, but we got to bypass them and turn in our envelopes.

Because we turned in our mail-in ballots, we can still track them online. They haven't shown up as received yet, but I'm sure they do that processing later. I'll be keeping an eye on it. I actually know the woman to whom I submitted my ballot, if it comes down to it, and I have to raise Hell (I don't think I will).

So scary, Theo. I hope she recovers okay. Time for a raised toilet seat for her?

This is a good suggestion, Beverly.

I was wondering if stashing a walker or cane in/near the bathroom might help, Theo.

My dentist has a flatscreen on the ceiling--in every treatment room!--Netflix, and he hands you the remote if you want it.

I was literally wishing that this was a thing as I stared at the pattern of the fluorescent light cover and tried to analyze why one angle looked like dragon scales when the other was just diamonds and desperately sought patterns in the acoustical ceiling tiles. They did some big renovations the last year, I REALLY wish that something on the ceilings had been part of the redesign.

And a grab bar. Firefighters will come for just a lift assist but it can be stressful for the person needing the lift. Sometimes the tools make it so you don't need them.

Not that it makes a difference in the chair, but he also has a big flatscreen in the waiting room, and loops Buster Keaton movies. Relaxing, before you get to the chair.

We had the raised seat with handrails for my dad, and then Mom used it too. Very helpful for them--and us, not having to wrangle them to their feet.

I went to a corn maze thing tonight, a friend organized it. It was kind of a shitshow—super crowded (though this being seattle most folks were wearing masks even outdoors, in the long food lines and stuff). The lines were super long, but my friend had arranged that on the far side of the corn maze they have private little fires set up, you can rent for a while and do smores or whatever—you can give them stuff to put in a box and they'll send it out on a tractor to be waiting for you when you make it halfway across the maze. The shitshow though was the "road" from where the hay bale ride dropped you off, to the start of the maze, was a muddy hell. Like slipping and sliding and afraid your shoes would fall off....a couple of our party fell in the mud. We skipped the first half to go directly to the fire, because we were late. And the. I was very proud, I led us (and apparently a big bunch of folks following us) out of the maze from one end to the other with no wrong turns!

This was the longest I've left the puppy by far—almost six hours. He was pretty sure I was dead, I think.

Yikes, that sounds not-fun, especially the mud bit. Glad you rescued your crew, so to speak.

I don't know what spatchcocking is, and I want to continue to believe it's a sport that Hobbits play in the autumn.

Mud will wash off, a thing to be proud of will last forever!

My niece (she's my BFF's daughter but I've known her all her life) (she's 23) is coming to stay with me for a week. We've taken every precaution possible and I think we'll be fine, but she needed to get away from her home situation for a while. She's been cooped up in their deep-woods rural home with no one but her mom and her (difficult) grandmother since March and it's getting tense. And I need help sorting out my cluttered and filthy home, so it's good for both of us. She's waiting to board the plane now, for her first-ever flight, and the flight is delayed. Now she's nervous. Thank goodness for cellphones.