His theory being that my symptoms were the virus settling into my nerves, and whether that has any scientific validity whatsoever I have no idea.

That is interesting. All of you are making me want to look into the vaccine now. Also Susan, sorry about the Mom sub-teacher thing. I have a number of friends and family that are teachers with their kids in their school and it is a mixed blessing for sure.

Is anyone paying attention to the ongoing police drama in Chicago?

Some, but the newsPTB seem to think all we want to hear about is Donald Trump. Chicagoistas, what is the local feeling about Rahm's role in this ongoing mess. Like was he the only one in Chicago that didn't know there was a problem?

Oh he knew. how could he not? He's just not used to being forced to act in things he doesn't want to.

Half a billion in brutality settlements. So far. He knew.

That's what I figured, Brenda. There is surprisingly little coverage on this since The Donald monopolizes the news cycle.

For cat pilling, we use a thing with the horribly hilarious name of Pill Popper. It's a syringe -type thing, where you put the pill in the little rubber end, pry your cat's jaws open, and shoot the pill down their throat with the plunger.

I second the Pill Popper. Perhaps the most wonderful invention ever. We get ours at our vet for $8. (The little rubber end wears out eventually.)

I really did not want to get out of bed this morning; it's chilly and raining and staying curled up in a blanket would be just the ticket. But I did. Forgot to bring my water bottle with me to work (remember to hydrate, my friends) and put my Aeropress together backwards when I went to make coffee. Shoulda gone with my first instinct.

I am so happy Ozzie's meds are a shot instead of pills.

Jesse do they have you giving her the hairball/laxative gel stuff? My cats both take it easily. Sylvester actually loves it.

Adulting victory that shouldn't be as big a deal as it is. My toilet has been wobbly, which is a simple matter of shimming the side that has the gap. But my anxious brain kept bleating about how I'd screw it up somehow, that it was a sign of horrible things etc. etc. The other day I marched myself into Lowe's and bought some shims, and last night I grabbed my competence by the throat and spent five whole minutes lining them up and cutting off the extra bits. Then sat down, frowned at the slight wobble that remained, but called it good for now.

Adulting without a net sucks.

I never, ever want to give my cat a pill again. She hated me, and it really needed two people.

Sophia, is this the cat that's attacked you in the past?

I have seen the bubble wrap that doesn't pop. It's weird, but impressive as an engineering design.