I am back from my birthday dinner, which was delayed because of the cold I had last week. So I am filled with lobster, and multiple champagne cocktails, tipsy, and all is well in the world. Also, had the shot in the hip earlier, so we shall see how PT is tomorrow.

Sounds delicious, Laura. I hope the shot turns out to be useful.

I would love to join the rant about proofreading, but that would guarantee my next business email would be full of typos, broken links, and a rude gif that I’d no memory of adding. So I’ll just nod sympathetically.

Sorry, SJ. prople are both blind and rude, intent on their own next somewhere to be and obstacles be damned. I love using a cane. I have accidentally speared two toes by now, and rapped the shins of a couple of people who were rudely in a hurry. Others, I just shake my cane at theateningly.

My first big smile of the day is the image of Bev wielding her mighty cane to enforce civility.

Hello from somewhere in the Mediterranean.

waves at ND

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This may make air travel better/safer for people using wheelchairs. I don't use one, but I know it's been an issue for those that do. And they're supposed to require accessible lavatories on single-aisle planes.

When I was in college, my electric chair was, just, like, *massive*--one of the main reasons why I never really took to it or, quite frankly, why I don't miss it at all, even though it was Technology Designed To Improve My Life(Never fit right, either, though. Breaking in wheelchairs is apparently not a thing.) Anyway, even with the feeling that I'm driving a tank through the quad, there was always some idiot practically landing in my lap all "I'm sorry....I didn't see you there." Really?! Yeah, that thing that you stare at also moves. I miss the feeling of possibility, but I don't miss college either. If only I could have believed that they did it to get close to my lap.(Not really, TimesUp ladies, but sometimes.)