Feet are important ! I was going to see a podiatrist but then I got furloughed and not being on my feet and, I think, walking barefoot in the grass almost every day for weeks really helped them.

It also helps that M gives great foot massages and I can get them almost every day

I really need to invest on more shoes bit between the shape of my feet and my problems it makes them ard to find. Although my wider toe box and narrow heels are probably a bigger obstacle .

Trufax. I stand corrected

I see what you did there. Nice.

ETA: Thank you, Laura!

Podiatrists are good - my old one was marvelous - his office was near where I lived, he had Saturday morning hours and he was inexpensive enough that insurance didn't come into it. Sadly, he retired and passed his practice on to his son in law who has inconvenient hours, the office isn't as conveniently located and he's more expensive and does require insurance. sigh ... haven't been since before the great lockdown, but I probably should get in - my calluses and corns are getting uncomfortable.

In vaccine news (well, not new) - there was a prominent anti-vaccine woman who went into the hospital and ended up intubated. Some of her supporters were demanding that the doctors treat her with horse paste; the doctors, since there was no medical science to support that treatment, didn't. She died and her supporters were agitating to have the doctors charged with murder. There's also a video out of a man who was in the hospital with the virus being encouraged to leave, since the doctors weren't treating him as the anti-vaccine crew advised. He was older and very sick and, as you might expect, died shortly after.

On the lighter side, I saw a video of an anti-vaccine march and someone with a bullhorn asking why all the homeless people weren't dead in the street. One of the homeless nearly said it was because he'd been vaccinated (adding "you dumb motherf*cker" for emphasis).

You all made me laugh as hard as when I told the story of Dad getting a broken ankle and a concussion when making a jump as a paratrooper in high wind.

His vision was blurred and he was confused by all the moaning injured troops in the hospital and tried to make a run for it, thinking he had died and gone to hell.

“You’re not getting me, you bastard!”

Jefferson’s is a damn fine sipping coping mechanism. Smooth.

Minimal hangover.

I love you all.

It’s gloomy today. Also I cannot find my glasses. . . possibly because I cannot see without them. Argh.

Much love for you Cashmere, note that I flipped you the finger when I said that, with love of course.

Glasses~ma, sumi.

That's one of the ironies of wearing glasses - you need to put them on first thing, but you can't see to find them (yes, I experienced that for years, having been horribly nearsighted).

I found my glasses!!!

Tangled in my bedding.

So glad you found your glasses, sumi! I go through that many a morning - I try to always put them in the exact same place on my nightstand every night so I can just reach for them without seeing but they are not always there in the morning, somehow. I have had panicked thoughts of calling my boss trying to explain that I cannot work because I can't find my glasses but so far it hasn't come to that. They have usually been knocked to the floor in between my bed and the nightstand, or fallen between the mattress and the bedframe or just disappeared against the other stuff on my nightstand but most often they are an inch or two away from where they are supposed to be and just that is enough that I can't find them for a while. Makes for a nice jolt of adrenaline to start the day.

Happy birthday, JenP!

Today we celebrate the birth of JenP!

Ce-le-brate good times, come on!

Happy birthday, JenP!