This story from Seattle has been getting a ton of media attention, which is hilarious to me because I've known Fran Goldman my entire life (she was a close friend of my grandmother and has a cabin down the beach from my family up in Canada) and literally NOBODY who knows her was surprised that she chose to walk 6 miles in the snow for a Covid vaccine. Like, OF COURSE she did, how else was she supposed to get there? 3 miles each way? Pfft.

Gosh I love no-nonsense old ladies. It’s the goal of my life to be one - getting closer every day!

That's awesome.

Things I will do for a chance to get a COVID vaccine: wake up at 430am, drive an hour round trip to drop off my dog at a friend’s, to show up to volunteer at 615am. Fingers crossed.

Crossing digits for you. My rash that showed up on day 9 lasted a few days and is gone now. Weird, but not too annoying. Quite a few people I know had a lot more issues with the 2nd shot, so I am just scheduling life to have a few mays down time.

Good luck, meara!

Jessica, I read that story in the Seattle Times - how cool that you know her! - and thought "Sounds like all of the older Norwegian women I've met since moving here - "Why would I take the car to the market, Amelia? My legs work just fine!" and off they go with the big wheeled cart, to haul their body weight in groceries back up our very steep main road. They routinely walk me into the ground and prescribe a good five miles, with coffee and a bun at the end of it, as the cure for most things that might trouble you. I am very glad to know them.

Gosh I love no-nonsense old ladies. It’s the goal of my life to be one - getting closer every day!

Surely a little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest flea.

My coffee machine died yesterday, or at least the heating element did. It's now sitting in my utility closet along with the other coffee machine that died, where I keep my e-waste until I can be bothered to figure out how to recycle it. I decided to try a pour over coffee maker instead, so I've been drinking that this morning. It's good, but I'm not having revelatory experience.

If my electric kettle dies, I'm going to squint nervously at the universe and wonder if it's trying to get me off caffeine.

Rush Limbaugh has died. Wish I could say I didn't let out a little whoop.

If my electric kettle dies, I'm going to squint nervously at the universe and wonder if it's trying to get me off caffeine.

No, if your electric kettle dies, that's when you fistfight God to keep that tasty tasty caffeine.

This is why I have three kettles (2 electric, one stovetop) and a stovetop Moka pot juuuuuust in case. You will pry my morning coffee out of my cold dead overcaffeinated hands.