Hiya, pals. I was itchy earlier today, but the meds helped quiet it down. Counting the biweekly shots, I’m on 7 anti-itch meds, some at fairly high doses. However, I’m grateful that I’m getting relief.
My knee is worse, dangit. It hurts more and the rest of the knee is somewhat sore, even though I make sure I don’t limp. I managed to get in 4 miles today, but I was making faces the whole time. BUT the weather was gorgeous today. I didn’t need a jackået! 
Old Flame called this morning and I regaled him with Tales of Horror from Catholic school. He went to public school, where apparently the teachers didn’t whack kids, so he kept saying, “Holy sh-t, Nellie!” (I only got in trouble once, but it was a doozy, and I was innocent.)
Taters, Happy Cake Day! SO glad you’re among us!
CatGlove, when I was driving, one of my requirements for a water bottle/mug was that it fit in the cupholder. It’s amazing how many don’t. I hope you get some good and positive news on your husband’s blood work.
When he’s working on the boat, does he worry about other stuff, or is he able to focus completely on what he’s doing. Also, I know this is a stupid question, but…
What does “on the hard” mean? Dry dock???
I see the rest of you have snapped up or been assigned all the fun uh, positions at the Perv Fest. I guess that makes me the custodian. I’ll be mopping and saying things like, “Excuse me, sir, but could you lift your…uh…um…todger so I can mop?” and “Yes, Ma’am, I’m very impressed you can do the Pervy Pretzel like a professional pole dancer, but the thing is, management doesn’t like people to use the pole lamps for that.”