If you're still sick tomorrow, you can still stay home, -t!

There is that, meara.

Then I don't know, Suzi. That's weird.

I'm sorry, Drew.

Peace to your family, Drew.

ION, there are mountains out there! Did you know the sky was blue? And light comes from a concentrated, bright circle that moves across the sky, it's not just a vague emanation from the grey fuzziness that covers everything.

In other words, the worst of the inversion is broken. The air is still not something you'd choose to breathe, and there's still haze lurking around, but the worst is over. We've got another storm due on Thursday that should clean out the rest of it.

And I am checked in for my flight to Vegas tomorrow. The hotel that I'd initially booked on Venice Beach sent me an email reminding me of the codes I'd need to punch in to get into the building. I get the impression that there isn't much staff at that place. I hope they remember that they cancelled my reservation. Fortunately, I still have the Travelocity email that says they agreed to the cancellation.

Tomorrow at this time I'll be settling into my hotel room and deciding where to lounge first.

Also, in other other news, I saw a bit on one of the midday "news" shows talking about how collectible the brightly colored Pyrex mixing and serving dishes all our mothers had. "Go to the garage sales and flea markets! Someone's selling Grandma's old bowls, and this one is worth $200!" I've never had such a "You are shitting me" moment since my Great-Uncle told me about the "city feller" who stopped by the farm and offered him $50 for the old table that was in the barn holding the half-empty paint cans.

I am heavily, heavily regretting not planning a winter vacation, especially since my trips in December were disappointingly chilly.

I'm sorry Drew. Even when it is no surprise, it is always hard.

I'm so sorry, Drew.

Also, in other other news, I saw a bit on one of the midday "news" shows talking about how collectible the brightly colored Pyrex mixing and serving dishes all our mothers had. "Go to the garage sales and flea markets! Someone's selling Grandma's old bowls, and this one is worth $200!"

Yeah, that's like my brother pointing out that the old Red Wing pottery crocks we use as garbage cans are actually worth like $500. Oops?

I'm sorry, Drew.

So work closed early, but not early enough for me to swim before the Y closed early too:/ ANd I still had to work and it's been a clusterfuck of things. After the password debacle.

Over today.