If I keep track with my fingers, in three anna half days. Today is Thursday, a mumper cleverer than me will start a new one early Monday, often a few minutes after midnight. Boo Fae given her locale nearer Greenwich and the origin of morning or doggio cause he often hasn’t gone to bed yet.
IME, with his history, unless MerryLande is very different than the Midwest, his housing is going to boot him and insist on placement in a Medicaid assisted living facility. He will like that even less but he will have burned his bridges. His mother did him no favors.
Tell FCD to hang tight and stick to his guns, stay the course. His brother is making his choices, his brother needs to experience the now real life consequences.Thats my night nurse BTDT hard-hearted advice.
ETA: the hospital will likely also not be willing to discharge him back to independent housing. It hasn’t worked the last 3 times and I was surprised his housing took him back the last time. Again, he’s probably 
both 
, housing and the hospital.
Well, we just signed up to get a new furnace. So, eek, ouch, and OMG. I’m trying to remain calm, but spending a big wad of money always gives me the whim-whams.
Sitting down to start working this morning was a head trip. It just felt so much like a Monday it was ridiculous.
Congrats JohnT!
Sorry FCM, y’all can’t catch a break and you badly deserve one.
I have almost survived my Monday Thursday back at work. One of my sister’s dogs is staying for the weekend as well. She’s a sweetheart but a nutcase, and she insists on loudly barking at everyone who walks by (which is quite a few people). The cats are tired of her barking already and have retreated to the back room. Fortunately they all get along and even try to play together a bit.
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I can breathe again!!! 
I finally feel significantly better: there’s still some lingering crud/the occasional dry cough, but I expect that to hang around for a while. I’ve gone 48 hours without any OTC meds*, I slept through the night without coughing, and I’ve only had to blow my nose a few times today. Woo hoo! Not only can I attend this evening’s retirement dinner (for my boss and another manager), I can also finally make plans with my BFFs for our holiday get-together: we’re currently targeting dinner on Saturday, as long as Wife BFF is feeling up to it. I’m excited about what I got her (a Tiffany’s vase + Indigo Girls tickets), so I hope we’re able to make this weekend happen!
*Though I might now be addicted to sniffing pots of Vicks VapoRub. 
I’m glad tomorrow’s Friday. I could definitely get used to this “work two days then take a break, then work two days and take a break, then work two days and take another break” thing! But next week’s gonna feel soooooooo loooooooong.
I’ll be leaving for the retirement dinner NLT 5pm. It’s a small group, with just the retirees and the three remaining program leads. I like these people, and we’re going to a great restaurant (casual but with good food), so it should be a nice evening.
I figured out how to add Fallingwater to the display of Lego Architecture sets:
I’m pretty happy with this. Hooray for acrylic display risers!
Me, three!!
I’m quite jealous! 
Speaking as a jazz singer who was trained classically, thank you for noticing/saying this! A lot of pop and classical singers like to “dabble” in jazz, but there’s more to it than just having a nice voice.
Good luck! 
That reminds me of the milk and cream soda my maternal grandmother used to make for my brother and me! I hadn’t thought about that in a long time. Happy memories. 
Happy birthday to him! 
Overachiever. 
But seriously: congrats on both!!
Ugh. 
“I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got music”, right? I don’t even like operatic voices when they sing opera. Never had an ear for it. But all that vibrato doesn’t belong in jazz or any other genre else that I know of, and she definitely didn’t swing.
No question about that. I heard the conversation with the case worker’s boss (speaker phone, yanno) and FCD said at least two or three times that he doesn’t know how to handle this. He also mentioned their mother’s recent death. So the case boss now knows much of BIL’s history, going back to his childhood. Armed with that as well as his recent behavior, I’m hoping they can get him some place with supervision. The problem is lack of a bed. Because TPTB can’t or won’t recognize the need for care of the mentally ill. Even in this very blue state, facilities are few, far-between, and full.
I feel your pain - we’ve had to do that twice since moving here - first in 2006 and more recently in 2022. You have my sympathies.
Just finished the 4th book in the Williamsburg series - we’re now halfway thru WW1 and the US just joined the fight. On to book 5. It was rather interesting how the two inconvenient spouses were killed off so the two true loves could finally marry. Inconvenient husband caught pneumonia and died, inconvenient wife was crushed by a falling chandelier during an air raid in France. I almost laughed when it said she died instantly, crushed by the chandelier. Really? Isn’t that just a tad Deus Ex?
Sun has set, and while I’m not supper-hungry, I do want something to eat - maybe some toast? Off to the kitchen.
I’m sorry … have we not met?
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This is beyond what mere mortals can help. Leave it up to the night nurses.
I’ve heard tales of their 
voices.
Smile brightly; nobody will look down at your feet.
If they do, well, that’s what “night nurse” voices are for.
(“I’m sorry. Do you have a PROBLEM with my SHOES … SIR?!?”)
I am 1000% behind this last part.
@FairyChatMom I think “the kids these days” use “FAFO” for these situations.
(Fuck around, find out.)
Do the kids these days still say, “Ew.”
There’s beautiful opera voices, and there’s beautiful swing and jazz voices. Never shall they meet.
Author? Title of first book in the series?
That’s what Red said in Shawshank.
Red never went to a military school, obviously.
Congrats on both!
Yikes! Hugs to you.
Grocery shopping is out of the way, mending has begun and supper et. I think I’m practicing for retirement.
Dawn’s Early Light by Elswyth Thane
The series follows a family from the American Revolution thru, I think, WW2.
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There’s beautiful opera voices, and there’s beautiful swing and jazz voices. Never shall they meet.
And I’ll happily tell you which one I’ll cross the street to listen to.
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Up from naptime, watching hockey, and having a Royal Hawaiian. Spot is fighting an ice cube.
Well, the mouse-tini was served late, and with bottom shelf gin, so…
I’d prefer to not have two Mondays every week.
No worse than some of the daytime soap opera plotlines from my youth…
Sorry about the BiL situation. And for FCD for having to start a new stress cycle.
Evening all. Spent a couple hours at the library finishing the Giant NY Times crossword, there may be 1-2 errors but I think I got 98)+% right, so I’ll call it a win. Then since the library is right across the street from my gym, went over there and did about 90 minutes of pedaling and walking, so both mind and body got workouts today. Inside now, ham-n-cheesers have been consumed and garbage is at the curb, so the rest of the evening will be given over to sloth. I do need to prepare the Firday shopping list, won’t be needing a lot as I pretty much filled the shelves before Xmas, but still need a few things.
The great wailing you may be hearing is swampy bemoaning the fate of his Georgia Bulldogs, who got whupped by the Cat-licks of Notre Dame.
FCM, sorry to hear about the stress BIL is putting you and especially FCD through. Since he always seems to end up in hospital, he seems to be more interested in the attention it brings rather than doing himself in for real. I hope he can get professional help and also more strick controls so you two don’t have to keep going through this.
I don’t do romance novels but I am working my way back through a Sci-Fi series of paperbacks while exercising, there are six novels to read so that should keep me working out for several months.
Cookie, I was tempted to go to my 50th reunion, but I haven’t stayed in touch with anyone I went to school with and there were 900! students in my graduating class, so seeing anyone I knew seemed like long odds so…
JohnT, congrats on being both a published writer and a groom-to-be.
rocky, good news on Lager.
Nott?, did the furnace thing about 3 years ago, and yeah, Ouch is the operative word.
Oopsie, happy to hear you’re feeling better. Enjoy the dinner. and love the display.
And that’s all I wrote; have a good evening all.
Remember those plate spinners on the Ed Sullivan Show? That’s the way I was feeling about the housing stuff, only I was also walking on a tightrope. And now…the plates vanished, and I think there’s a net down there. I went to the manager to ask about staying a little longer than my lease (to buy more time), but I only got as far as, “I’m going to be moving because I just can’t afford the increase in rent–” when she said, “I can reduce that.”
Wait. What? When I came in last September to find out how much the rent increase would be, she had me come back in October after she talked to her boss, and when I did, she said he’d told her my rent would go up 6.9%. (If it increases 7% or more, they have to give 12 months’ notice.) Just now she said ON HER OWN that she can drop the increase to 3%. That’d be doable and would give me more time to figure things out. But now I’m feeling weird about the whole thing. It’s like the Wizard of Oz made me bring him the broom of the Wicked Witch, when he had the means of getting me home the whole time. I made her give it to me in writing. I do need to get out of here, but I also need more time. It’s just hard to adjust.
FCM, I’m so glad Boo had such knowledgeable info and insights. The psychiatric bed shortage is such a terrible crisis. I hope that something can be worked out that’d be permanent this time. Enough is enough with these family crises on FCD’s side!
Boo, you won’t need it, but best of luck on the cataract surgery tomorrow! I’m eager to learn the results. Most people are amazed and delighted with their improved vision.
Misnomer, so glad you’re breathing better! The display looks great. Even I can see the Lincoln Memorial now.
Happy Birthday to OYKW, swampy! I know you’re glad he got himself borned, but another nice thing about someone else’s birthday is you get all the fun and the yum and none of the woe over aging. Bring on the big-ass margaritas!
I’m so sorry. That really must be rough. I’m dreading the possibility that I’ll be the last of us siblings to go. I’m the youngest, so it’s possible. Is there anyone else who remembers your mother as a child? An old friend, maybe? It may be slim comfort, but it’d be something. My Dad was bereft when his best buddy since childhood died because now there was nobody who knew him as a boy. A few weeks later, the buddy’s older sister sent him a letter reminiscing about Dad and Dave’s childhood adventures.
I didn’t know you were born in Germany! How interesting!
From “If WWI Was a Bar Fight”: “America waits till Germany is about to fall over from sustained punching from Britain and France, then walks over and smashes it with a barstool, then pretends it won the fight all by itself.”
John T., congrats on both the engagement and the publication! I’m very happy for you on both counts.
I read this as a completely different last word. 
Day 12 and the cough has decided to fight the eviction and be a permanent tenant.
The fact that its to be below freezing and snowy for 2 weeks isn’t helping.
I still feel weak.
I shall get groceries tomorrow as strawberries may help my health.
Bored and sad as usual.
My local newspaper did a piece on the first babies of 2025. The first one was born 10 seconds after midnight. So close!