Oh my, crickets for 12 hours. I hope everyone had good things keeping them busy today.

I had a facial! And since I was in Japantown I picked up my favorite curry, and also went by the cafe that makes its own shortbread and got their delicious lemon/lavender shortbread.

I'm looking for a new show and I'm tempted to try Rooster, just because it's set on a college that's small and old like my alma mater. Also, it stars Steve Carrell.

I'm not very drawn to middle aged white guy leads, right now, but I'd make an exception for him.

Also, I remember how much I hated the twinkly eye Michael Douglas poster for Wonder Boys, but when I actually watched it I really enjoyed that movie.

Tomorrow I have brunch plans with my friend, Katt, that quit the comic book shop, as I try to finesse that parasocial relationship into a friendship. I mean, I've talked to her about once a week, for at least an hour for more than 5 years, including using her as a regular venting ear during JZ's treatment. So, there's a basis there.

So far I was able to do that with my Pilates instructor, Rachael, so it would be good to add a new friend.

In the span of one hour: (1) Tim was like "Is this white stuff on my tongue thrush?" (probably yes, and since his mouth is where he had radiation, he needs to let the oncologist know ASAP), (2) my dad called and was like "I think I have a UTI again," (there's no way his PCP will have an opening tomorrow, so I found the urgent care that's part of the health care system his PCP is in, so if he goes there, they can access his records), (3) my brother texted me and was like "Dad just called me. You didn't prepare me for that." (I assumed that Dad called him to tell him about the UTI, so I asked, "Did he say 'penis'?" My brother replied, "Scrotum."), and (4) while my brother was texting me, the cat barfed up his dinner.

Everyone stop doing things! Or, at least, stop involving me in your things! That means you, Murderbiscuit!

[edit] David, your day was MUCH better than mine! No UTI details and no cat barf.

David's day sounds a whole lot more desirable than Teppy's. Mine was just boring getting stuff done. Nothing noteworthy on either end of the spectrum.

David, your day was MUCH better than mine! No UTI details and no cat barf.

I'll keep it!

But I'm simpatico with Tim because EM and I both got Thrush when it swept through wee Emmett's daycare and it really sucks. Made everything taste like soap for several weeks.

Made everything taste like soap for several weeks.

His taste buds are already wonky from the radiation, although he is starting to get some tastes back. It would suck if it all turned to soap taste. Blech.

I had a pretty normal day and got a lot of shit done. Fun fact -- it was in the 80s yesterday, and today it snowed, stuck to the ground, then melted, all in the span of about six hours.

I have a cold so I called in sick to work and spent the day dozing, reading, coughing, and blowing my nose. I feel like if I could find the right soup it would fix me but (a) that is probably not really true and (b) I would have to put on clothes and deal with people to acquire any soup (finished what I had in the pantry this afternoon) and so far that has been too much in the way of obstacles.