Too much to do in too little time, so naturally, I’m on the MMP!
Trying to stay reasonably sane these days is like treading molasses. I’m no longer skipping the news, as it affects people near and dear to me. I won’t even say whom, as I don’t want to endanger anyone’s job. I can’t believe I’m even having to say that now. After November, I felt like we sane ones were bracing for an inevitable crash, and then when it hit, it just kept going. This isn’t about politics any more.
Way back when I was teaching eighth grade, the 7th grade teacher in the next classroom and I had a tacit understanding: at the end of a rough day with the kiddos, one of us would stick our heads in the other’s classroom and just yell, then quietly leave again. No words exchanged. If I type “AAAAAGH!” you’ll know it’s just the current national situation getting to me.
I’m trying to find a form that will let me keep track of my brother’s post-op meds once I get out there. I’ve made my own when I was caring for my mom after her appendectomy and my sister after HER knee replacement, but I thought a form would be easier, but I can’t find one I like. I want to be able to fill in the dates before printing it out, and then I could daily list each medication, when given, and when the next dose is due. I never really learned how to make forms, which would have been faster.
Taters, I hope you can check in now and then. I HATE what’s happening to you federal employees and am SO angry about the whole mess that AAAAAGH! It’s not only unfair, it’s inefficient and against what used to be our principles. (Geez, the anger keeps leaking out.) Please know that I’ll be thinking about you daily and hoping you can weather the storm or tsunami or whatever it is. I feel like we’re sending you off to war. {{{{{Taters}}}}} Also 
Boo, I’m so grateful you dispense such good advice to us Mumpers! Worth your weight in gold, you are, and then some.
swampy, I’m also so grateful for your daily posts. I find them calming to read about your plans and what you’re having for dinner and what’s up over at the church house. I don’t mean to make it sound like you can never growl. I’m just glad you’re among us.
VanGogh, &@!#%$! on the truck being as expensive as you’d feared. If I were rich, you’d have a shiny new vehicle in your driveway. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you. You’re too good a guy to be having such a rough time.
*Am I the only one with this fantasy? I revamp Boo’s house (Plumbing, heating, roof, etc.), including a new stove so she can cook, plus I arrange to pay her property taxes and for all her meds, and hire a comforting cook/housekeeper to do her bidding. I set up a trust for Coppertone so food, shelter, and medical care are never an issue. I arrange for FCM’s BIL to be stashed in a nice facility where he gets 24/7care and monitoring–oh, and it’s in Fiji. Catglovegets a generous stipend, doggio gets his pay tripled (and a stern note to the imbecilic PTB). Oopsie gets paid generously to sing and make Lego art. shoe gets a lovely home with all that’s needed for the care of cats, rats, and snakes, plus superb health insurance and a comforting cook who makes all her favorite dishes (and cajoles her into eating them), which the magic money also covers. And that’s just the start. Everybody gets something! Oh, and besides the shiny new vehicle, VanGo gets his own fully-equipped workshop and all his bills paid.