I watched some of the England-France game. Mostly the end. I’m basically a Tottenham Hotspurs fan, and the Spurs goalie, Lloris, was playing for France, while, of course Harry Kane was playing for England. So either way, one of the guys I generally root for won.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
At my sister's. Doing whatever she has on her list. She is pretty sore. Now my brother smooshed his car doing Lyft stuff last night at 1 AM or something. AAA didn't show until like 10 this morning so he was out there all night waiting. I expect he will be sore tomorrow. Ah, family.
Now for the work rant, one of my doctors swears he signed off and faxed a bunch of notes, but he didn't, but there is no telling him that because he knows he did. So I signed them all off as him and faxed them. Except for the ones that say Dear Dr. Jones on the note and the default fax recipient is Dr. Smith, because I am not going to figure that out. 2 clicks sign and fax, but no resolving issues. I'm sure my logging in as him and signing the notes is super compliant.
Driving back east tonight.
A clear, bright, cool day in San Francisco after a couple days of winter storms.
The pup we were looking at got adopted yesterday by somebody else. Good for all of them.
Last night I went to a Xmas Cabaret show with my friend, Jes. It featured, among other things, a slide show presentation of A Star Wars Holiday Special that culminated in a Han Solo male pole dancer.
Excellent holiday entertainment, San Francisco style.
Timelies all!
Sleepy….
Oh, well, Hecubus. Maybe your dog will show up at another time. (That's not a comment about the pole-dance thing.) I would like us to have another terrier again, someday, but we kind of only just have the room, so I understand why we don't.
My day would have been improved with a Han Solo pole dancer.
We have a local tradition called the Slutcracker, which is basically burlesque Nutcracker, and I'm always a little disappointed in how much Nutcracker it vs how much burlesque! Although one time I saw a woman en pointe who definitely got kicked out of ballet for being too big, and it made me tear up because she was so good.
Timelies, all! The Slutcracker sounds fun.
Have I mentioned how unfond I am of Mondays?
"Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life." --Steven Wright