Yeah, honestly, it was built up to be much worse than it was. For me anyway.

The thick stuff is vile, but it’s a couple of minutes a couple of times. Make it as cold as you can, use a wide straw and you’ll get through it. I didn’t really get hungry while I was doing all of this so I didn’t need to worry about what to eat and not eat very much. Maybe a little Jell-O here and there but mostly water.

When I get stirred up like that, it's hard for me to stop. maybe I'm not alone.(Honest to God, not sure how I'd manage. But my cologuard was clear, so a worry for a later date.) Also, you know, American discomfort with bodily functions has made my life rough off and on for pretty much my lifetime so I'm guessing it's that, too.

cereal: Not to sound like I'd meet some tour bus all "Let's talk intestines!1"(I'm not allowed after what happened last time.) On a more serious note, though, I do wonder what disability is like in other countries, especially since for half my life I just...accepted that we are totally better, cause, USA, right, but you have time to consider stuff as a person on economic parole, so I kind of hope that *isn't* true, even if it might make me feel all right for an instant.

Changing the tone here a little bit (a lotta bit?)

We had a lovely week -long visit from our grandson, 24. The last time we saw him he was 8. He's very tall, at least to us. His g'pa is 5'6. down from 5'8. His dad was 5'9 (I'm 5'1 and a fraction, down from 5'3) GS is 6'2". He's quick, witty, and as steeped in pop culture as his uncle and I are, so communication was instant and fun. He told us before he left that he hoped to make the visit a yearly thing. And he said soon after he got home that he was taking online business courses so he'd have "something to offer" when he *moved out here.* Yes, my heart went pittypat at the thought of having him closer, but mainly I'm overjoyed at him getting out of that backwater dead end town infested with KKK and other lacks of opportunity and scope.

So that's been fun. Also, David, I snuck up on a little shit fly that's been hiding in daylight and making us twitch at night watching tv when it flutters across the screen, or across our faces, attracted by the screen's reflection in our glasses. He (probably she) was basking in the sun on the window frame, half hidden by the blinds and didn't see me coming with my crumpled tissue. He made a satisfying scrunch, and his last traces got wiped off the window. Die, mofos!

Oh, what a lovely update Bev.

Oh, Bev, that is so good to read! The cockles of my heart are all nicely warmed up

How lovely, Beverly!

He sounds delightful, Beverly.

Timelies all!

I had a family therapy session yesterday with Mr. S and his therapist. It was scheduled for 3:30. Due to horrible traffic on a couple of the roads I took to get there, I didn't make it to the facility until 4:45. I'm supposed to go back up there tomorrow to take Mr. S out for a few hours(Gary is away on business). I can only hope late morning Saturday traffic is much kinder than Thursday afternoon traffic.

That is wonderful, Bev!