Phew! Glad something worked!
I have been to the greens store, liquor store, and grocery store. For my mother's party on Sunday.
'Objects In Space'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Phew! Glad something worked!
I have been to the greens store, liquor store, and grocery store. For my mother's party on Sunday.
zenkitty is a goddess. But you knew that.
The moving to rehab process has fallen into hurry up and wait status. Gmail has a new-to-me "reply and compose experience." I've had better experiences.
I'm sorry about new dog, Consuela. I hope it's just a passing upset.
I spent some time in the middle of the night cleaning up the netbook, which is at comparative lightning speed today. The program I wanted to use has moved to the cloud and took roughly forever to use. Thanksgiving sales goals: New laptop. New phone.
Dear internet: No, I do not want to reset my password. No, I don't care if my password could be stronger. Why do you make us write passwords and usernames and then tell us your rules? You can't tell us upfront? Is all this really for security or is it an elaborate cruel joke?
You can't tell us upfront?
That would make SO much sense.
Feel better, new dog of Consuela.
Hooray for stone knives, I guess.
In me news: got into the office late today - decided to splurge on a fancy coffee and hit every red light between Starbucks and work (there are zero red lights between home and work, so this makes a significant difference to my commute) and realized once I was at work that my employee badge was at home. Since I was already late, there was no one to coattail in on, so I went home and got it.
But I feel much better today!
Glad to hear that!
Now it's time for Nursing Home Thanksgiving. Good times?
I"ll go all power of positive thinking and say yes, good times.
Now the oncologist here wants to keep me one more day to make sure my sodium levels are still improving.
The communication levels in cancer treatment seem remarkably haphazard.
"One more day" seems to happen a lot when one is in hospital for almost anything.
We got the word that today is a short day, hooray! Especially since I assumed it would be and did not bring any lunch.