And now I will add the time traveling diner to my list.

Yessssss!

I'm glad we don't need a new car (hi, 2013 Civic!)

We still have our 2013 Corolla, and I still love it and plan to drive it for a long time.

I do look forward to a rear camera and heated seats

But the 2023 Corolla has those, and they are pretty awesome.

If I drive a car with no rear camera, I feel completely blind, when it wasn't that long ago that I didn't trust them and had to verify by turning around.

But the 2023 Corolla has those, and they are pretty awesome.

I will be happy; I cannot lie. We are lucky in that we only need one car, too. I guess if we'd both had one when we got together, we'd have two, but I didn't, so... I was strictly bus and regional rail woman in Philly by the time we met. And we both work from home (so far) and don't have a ton of external obligations that clash.

There are reunion pictures posted on Facebook, but I can infer no drama from them, damn it.

Well, that was an excruciatingly typical Mets season.

The Reds appreciate the wild card slot, though.

How is Tim doing? Hydration helping?

His BP came back up yesterday to the low 100s/60-something, which is good. He may end up going to the infusion center on Friday afternoons to get a bag of fluids before the weekend starts, since it's been 2 weekends in a row that his BP has dropped so low. It's a little difficult for him to get all the hydration he really needs.

He is losing some weight, but not a lot at this point. We had salmon and roasted broccoli for dinner, so that was aggressively healthy for him, and he ate it all. (He ate more than me, actually, since Zepbound has really made my portion sizes smaller.) And we've stocked up on Boost Very High Calorie drink, which I think he should just use in lieu of milk and make a nice chocolate malt with some Graeter's.

Boost Very High Calorie drink, which I think he should just use in lieu of milk and make a nice chocolate malt with some Graeter's

Breakfast of Champions!

I'm back in NY. I left a list of stuff for my son to do while I was gone. 14 items, both home and work stuff. How many did he do? Zero. He's 33 years old and is gaming 18 hours a day. At 33 I was working 18 hours a day building the business that in theory he should take over. Let's just say we need to go in another direction.

Brendon did come up with a good plan for housing him when I return to Florida. My brother was living in my mom's old place. It is titled to the 4 siblings. Right now, my SIL and my 36-year-old nephew are still there. We all told them no rush, of course. SIL wants to move to north Florida, where two of her daughters and a bunch of grandkids live, and she can get a much cheaper place. Nephew loves his job and was going to stay in the area. We talked to SIL about buying out my sibs and moving my son in there with Joe. Joe was paying my brother rent, so he and my son could do the same with me. My sister lives a few miles away and is working on prepping her house for sale since she will have to move into assisted living, and my husband and the "boys" had already planned on doing the manual labor there.

Anyway, still some details to work out, but the cousins get along great, and Joe will be a positive influence on him. SIL loves the plan. It is 2 hours away, which is fine. If we need him to come over to do work stuff on our coast, he can bunk on the couch for a couple of days. His cousin has a great job as an electrician, programming security systems, and has been promoted several times.

When you are doing all the paperwork, they had a desk sized iPad called a Docupad, so you just signed off on things there and they email you the documents.

They had that when I got my Subaru Impreza in 2019. The sales guy would click a button to swivel the content around so it would be right side up for me to read and sign. They’d he’d swivel it back so he could read it to set up the next part. It felt very Star Trek-y in an “everything’s on a monitor” kinda way.

Laura, I’m glad the housing situation is looking good for your son.

BP~ma for Tim.

I’ve reached the, “Oh, god, no one is ever going to hire me and I’ve never actually had a marketable skill in my life,” stage of unemployment. Can’t say I love it.