Good thing you have those old-fashioned skills, Dana.

You sound like me when my debit card got hacked very early on a three day weekend. I canceled my card, then at CVS had to write a check for my purchases, like a caveman.

I canceled my card, then at CVS had to write a check for my purchases, like a caveman.

Sometimes my brother and I will go in with my mom on a big present, like for a 50th wedding anniversary, or whatever. Mom is 72 and will never, ever, understand PayPal. So my brother PayPals me his share of the $$, and then I write a check to mom for my share plus my brother's share. It's one of the only checks I write all year.

The only check I write is my rent check. But I do go to all the various websites and manually trigger the electronic payments because I really dislike giving a computer an automatic tab into my checking account. I'm looking at you, Progressive.

I only have one check, in my desk, for an emergency.

Gud- I can't talk about your wife because it literally makes me so angry my head will explode. My BFFs husband is an alcoholic, and before his recovery I felt the same way- I can't really advise because those relations are so personal, and I value my friendship and know that my friends need to make their own decisions and all I can do is support them.

But know that the things your wife seems to be doing to you are al worse than the things my BFFs full fledged alcoholic husband was doing to her. They ended up separating for about a year, and are now back together. It is not perfect, but it was really helpful for her to draw a line in the sand about certain behavior, and she still supported him while he was living on his own. I am now giving you more advice than I ever gave her, but this break ended up being so much better for their kids and for her, and now they are able to have some sort of partnership.

The Saints would have a historic Monday Night Football game the night before one of my 7AM meetings.

My walk to work is most of the parade route from Sunday, and it was very disappointing to be walking on the sidewalk in my work clothes instead of in the street with my trombone!! Wah-wahhhh. (Which sound I can't actually make, due to not having a mute. Or appropriate hat to use.)

My coworker logged into the 7AM morning 10 minutes late, right before her time to speak, and helpfully informed us that the reason she was late was because she was still sleeping and forgot about the meeting.

I just caught up on the posts from over the holiday weekend.

If Kavanaugh triggers you, you may want to avoid the BBC's news Web site this morning.

meara, feel better soon.

Gud, let me add to the chorus -- your wife is abusing you. And there are several ways out. There's therapy for you (alone or with her). Support groups can be very helpful. And there's always packing a suitcase and walking out the door. But please memorize and internalize the following: The current dynamic between you and your wife is unacceptable. She has no right to treat you the way she does.

I'm sorry, Dana. Drew Brees, though.

I'm conflicted over this reveal that you cannot make your trombone sad, Jesse