Pretty much what Laura said.
Last night the term “white-knuckling” came into my head. That’s what it feels like, that I (and many, many folks I know) are just white-knuckling it through life right now. Hanging on for dear life and hoping against hope that things will ease up, slow down, maybe even get a little better.
In absolutely not-at-all related news, my car needs all three O2 sensors replaced. It’s fine, I have the money, I’d just like to hold on to some of it.
I'm glad you have helpful neighbors, erikaj. And diagnosis~ma for your mom.
Sweeny Todd sounds like it could be cathartic.
Third time was not the charm for making spinach lasagna at home, more like a Voodoo curse. The same cooking time as before resulted in cheesy tomato Florentine pudding riddled with tough, chewy sheets of half cooked pasta. And it tasted like something had really gone off, not sure if it was the egg I used or the mozzarella cheese (the spinach, ricotta, parmesan, and pasta sauce were bought Tuesday so I'm reasonably sure none of them were the culprits).
On the bright side, I didn't feel like eating anything else after a couple of forkfulls last night, so dinner consisted of that and a side salad. Ruined entrees, the key to dieting!
Matt, the Smitten Kitchen vegetable lasagna is no fail for me
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Cheesy tomato florentine pudding sounds pretty good, although half-cooked pasta not so much
At the doctor post procedure.
Waiting to get the lab on the first excision to make sure they got it all.
Hopefully that’s good and I can go home.
Otherwise they have to go in and do more.
Boo. They want to get a little bit more.
I hope they have released you, David. Take it easy when you get home. I know your list is long, but your immunity is low and you can easily do too much.
x-post! Yuck! I'm sorry, but yeah, they have to get it all. Also, ouch!