Happy birthday, meara!
Yesterday I gave up on finding the motivation to assemble and charge my weed trimmer, and instead grabbed some gardening gloves to spent a while pulling crab grass and weeds out of my front shrubbery bed by hand. In addition to day job, rug cleaning, and sweeping floors it made for a productive day.
I also heard from my mom that she started playing around with the beginner's watercolor kit that I got her for Christmas. I had to point out to her that she shouldn't expect results better than a kindergartener's at first because they have the same amount of experience at painting. But it sounds like it's going to be fun for her now that she's overcome inertia and started dabbling.
Happy birthday, meara!
What a complete clusterfuck. Pix, darling, preserving life includes your own. Lying in this instance is not evil.
I am utterly unsurprised that Utah is on the list. Jim is headed there for a conference in November and his luggage will include extra masks and a couple of the flu/COVID combo tests.
Thanks y’all! I woke up feeling like crap but am hopeful the meds are finally kicking in and I’ll have a nice evening DJing for dancing
I feel like I should write a long post to catch up, as tribute,Meara, but it's kind of not like that around here, anymore.
Yesterday the physical therapist modified some of my exercises and completely got rid of a couple of exercises that were causing pain, and that combined with starting a tapering dose of prednisone this morning, my hip/quad feels SO CLOSE to normal! It's amazing. I don't think I realized how much pain I was in until it stopped. Like, I don't have to plan my breaks from the computer in terms of "What do I need to accomplish while I'm on my feet, so I can do it all at once so I don't have to get back up right away, because getting up hurts like a bitch?" I've just been hopping up for stuff without even thinking about it.
Pain blows, y'all.
Also cancer, in case I haven't mentioned it. Cancer blows. Cancer can go suck a dick.
totally. David Simon threatens people with "A bag of unsalted dicks" from time to time and I'm sure he would approve of my borrowing that because he had an artist sister that died young of some aggressive version of it years ago. Cancer can eat stale unsalted dicks.
Cancer can go suck a dick.
That would be a hard sell in Amsterdam's red light district.
Cancer can eat stale unsalted dicks.
Ha! Dicks with no seasoning at all!
Yeah, you know, initially wouldn't have thought that rubbed it in, but it does, somehow.
