Good on you for two, meara. I would have gotten exactly zero of those.

I am msbelle on the Greats. Great Scott. Great Googlymoogly. Great Balls of Fire. No parks. I might be able to say, "oh, that sounds right" to the actual parks but I probably would also say that to totally wrong answers

Great Scott.

That's the only "great" phrase that came to mind (in the voice of Christopher Lloyd as Doc Brown, of course).

My dentist repaired a filling (last time I was there, he said "Well, I don't like the way I did that filling for you -- come back and I'll repair it, no charge"), and so half my damn mouth is numb and feels 3 times too big. So freaking weird. But yay, fixed filling!

Next Thursday is for dealing with Dad and his hallucinations -- he agreed to see a neuropsychiatrist, although I'm pretty sure he thinks it's just to adjust his meds. And who knows? Maybe it will be just an adjust-his-meds visit. But it really needs to be a sir-you-need-inpatient-care-right-the-fuck-now visit.

in the voice of Christopher Lloyd as Doc Brown, of course

Of course!

Good luck with the dad-psych visit. I'm glad he's at least not fighting you on going to the appointment.

There's the Great Dismal Swamp.

EM came over for our weekly (while she's in town - she and her guy travel a lot to Montana) assault on various bureaucracies, and I was able to dig out of a bunch of issues which had been dragging me down including the Pension Plan!

Which is not being blocked but just needs even more paperwork and info from my financial planner.

Also, heard back from the space I wanted for JZ's memorial (The Lodge at the Regency Ballroom), and I have secured the date! Now I just have to do the other shit. But Sylvie and Juliana have volunteered to help with that, so I'll have some very competent extra hands to get that together in the six remaining weeks.

Here's the Lodge: [link]

Got checks out to my mortgage company and the IRS (for some late addition to 2020 taxes), and have boxed up and readied four other things that I want to get mailed.

So my advice when you're drowning from lack of executive function is to hire somebody to come around and kick your ass into shape.

Home from the colonoscopy, with no polyps or concerning findings. Since I've now had six clean colonoscopies, the doctor is recommending I go to every 5 years instead of every 3, which is fine by me.

Home from the colonoscopy, with no polyps or concerning findings.

Yay! All clear!

Everybody pinky promise to do a colonoscopy this year if you are due! Promise!

Everybody pinky promise to do a colonoscopy this year if you are due! Promise!

This! The prep is the worst part, but it's basically just a self-induced 24-hour stomach bug. For the procedure itself, you'll be sedated so much you won't remember much of anything. This time, I don't remember anything between the anesthetist telling me he was starting the sedative in my IV and when it was over and they were ready to take me to the recovery area.

Yay clean insides!

Also yay having someone make you do bureaucracy! At some point here I need to do my taxes…