I've gotten my email inbox down to the low 100s, with no unread items, so I'm calling it a good morning at work so far. And I'll be lunching with amyth and smonster, which is happy-making.

I have dealt with maybe 150 emails, but have many more hundreds to deal with! Sad.

Instead, I think I might buy a lot of sale dresses from Lands End.

Buy some for me too, Jesse!

OK!

I tried some lands End dresses but they were weird on me. I kept the cost though.

didn't realize you could have Hep C and not know it. I know someone with Hep C and it was a real problem (until the current treatment regime was developed), so I thought it always caused symptoms.

No, it's often asymptomatic, but can still be doing damage to your liver while you don't realize it.

I got this one [link] last week (on slightly less sale?) and it's so good on me, I'm going to get at least one more!

Pretty! And such a good deal.

I've been screened for Hep C (and B and probably A) a few times, but I think I am more at risk than Lee. Negative for all the hepatitises so far, which is nice.

That xkcd makes me happy

But...I hope I'm not being too intrusive, or that I am going senile because you've addressed this before...have you guys had the, "Yeah, we think marriage is a thing we wanna do one day" talk?

We did, and it included Tim asking, "Isn't that something I'm supposed to surprise you with?" To which I reponded, "I think making sure we're on the same page is way more cool than a bad romantic comedy."

And after that discussion I pretty much let it drop, because my takeaway from that was that I maybe shouldn't be pushy about it. (I knew he was ridiculously fucking slow about everything when we got together. I knew what I was getting into.)

I admit, I would have liked a proposal. Very much. And a more weddingy wedding, and like, a ring and a honeymoon. But OTOH, D might have been sitting around with his thumb up his ass for another six months.

Yeah. See above, re: ridiculously fucking slow.

All that said...

Total honesty time, here: when we were on vacation this year (in June), one night towards the end of vacation, Tim and I went out on the big long pier by ourselves, at his suggestion, and I got this weird idea that he might propose, and IT SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Not in an excited way; in an "Oh, no no no no NO please" way.

Which I didn't expect. So I guess Tim being slow about it is fine. Which is kind of hypocritical in the face of me being all upset that he didn't propose on Christmas because I made a wrong assumption based on hearing half a phone conversation. (Which is the part that feels like a Kate Hudson movie.)

I don't recall actually being tested for Hepatitis per se, but I get regular screenings for liver function since I'm freakishly sensitive to cholesterol meds (and doing away with NSAIDs is not an option without a brain transplant!). So I think I'm covered in a roundabout way.