Good to see you, Shir, I have been thinking about you. These freaking governments making terrible terrible decisions endangering basically everyone, I am so tired of it. Glad you are ok!
Natter 78: I might need to watch some Buffy for inspiration
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Thank you, all. I miss you all too and wishing for such a better, calmer, saner world for us all.
I also talked with Nilly earlier, she and her family are OK as well.
Sometimes I borrow David Milch's cuss words for my government, since he's no longer here to require them personally.(But, yes, our sick relations with your government are worth a thought or two, Shir) It would take a massive can of peaches to bring civilization back now.(That's a Deadwood, thing)
(First wave is over. I'm OK. Nilly's most probably OK too, I didn't hear anything about missiles hitting her area).
Good. Argh. I know you won't be able to reassure us as often as I we will want you to, I certainly appreciate it this time!
In lighter news - I picked up a "fresh berry salad" on my way into work to have for lunch and when I went to eat found it had neither dressing nor berries. Still an ok salad but not very satisfying. The berries were really the whole point of it.
Love and extra bubble wrap to you and Nilly, Shir. You are never far from my thoughts.
Timelies all!
Glad to hear from you, Shir.
Steph, I understand. I'm 57 and it keeps coming back. Irregularly, of course.
Mr. S will be home for an overnight visit. Last weekend went well, so I hope for a repeat.
Sending waves of calm~ma your way, Sheryl. And to the rest of us, while I am at it. Tomorrow may be a very unpleasant day.
Fingers crossed, Sheryl!
I thought I'd be able to leave work half an hour ago, but no. Not that I am exactly working, I am just checking periodically to see if this job is finished so someone else can do the next thing in the process...
You've got some good stuff in that poem, erika. The last four lines hit hard