Yummm. Lunch ended up being from the taco salad bar, where I got the chicken filling and put a little cheese sauce on top, for $1.65. Nice and spicy, and just the right texture and serving size!

ION, Happy Coelacanth Day!

Yes, we Coelacanth!

As of today, it's been 72 years* since humans figured out that some Coelacanths—an order previously known only in the fossil record—were still alive and swimming around in our modern oceans. The story of the discovery is a great one, full of serendipity and giant dead fish riding around in the back of taxis. Museum curator Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer, who found the Coelacanth in a pile of "trash" fish hauled in by a trawler, had to fight to get anyone to take her discovery seriously. Once the big shots started paying attention, though, they quickly recognized the Coelacanth as a new and fascinating species.

We have fax numbers but everything comes through electronically anyway.

I'm off to fax something right now!

I've had to use faxes recently for medical/disability forms, supposedly for privacy reasons.

I haven't used a fax machine in a couple months, but they were an integral part of my timesheet routine, for instance. The faxes at our office get a reasonably regular workout.

And I was requested to send a fax pretty often when I was jobless, for signed releases. There's little agreement about email image formats.

eta: And, of course, my pharmacy faxes all the time. It's how they get their prescription refill authorisations. ALL the time.

And I want to know how that person avoids catalogs. I'd really like to phase out mine.

I like that someone on the OB post is recommending getting pregnant to avoid needing them. I much rather that to the endless Diva Cup recommendations you get on Jezebel. Been there, tried that, want my OBs.

I've had to use faxes recently for medical/disability forms, supposedly for privacy reasons.

Heh. I am reminded of my stupid ex-boss who left mortgage paperwork on the fax machine.

We use faxes more than I'd like, but always medical stuff. Each time I think to myself, "Faxes?! Can you pick a more inconvenient way to do paperwork? I think not."

Still waiting for discharge. Grace1 is now walkign around her room, attached to the IV, throwing her washcloth on the ground and picking it up. And helping me type too.

OK, I just ordered a bottle of champagne for my cousin and her husband, out of lack of a better idea. Eh. It's supposedly getting there tomorrow, though!

I was up until stupid o'clock writing. I get to finish that tonight while I do laundry and pack and flip out like a mammal.