Hubs was there when I was told “nothing by mouth after midnight except a sip of water with your morning meds”. He would throw a fit if I tried to drink coffee…just like I would do if the shoe was on the other foot.
I will suffer so much! I’ve already warned him that he can’t have coffee in the car on the way to the clinic.
I am so happy he got checked out. I’m sure they will b able to find something for him to do, even if it is just shredding all the old files.
Good luck with your interview. What sort of online tutoring do you do?
I’m so glad you did that. Be ready for a reply.
I am big on writing to writers and used to write to actors. (I still have my autographed photo of Billy Mummy in his staring role in Lost in Space.)
Writers cannot stand to not answer letters. Musicians always managed to send something in response to a fan letter, form letters with “signed” photos are big in the R&R world.
When us fans reach out to people and say things like I loved this piece because X, Y and Z or even Oh dear, this broke my concentration because “Oops, I think you forgot that revolvers don’t scatter shells around”, they almost always respond positively.
Paper letters usually get the best reaction 
I’ve never been anywhere without some cash available. What happens if the power goes out and you still need those beers? It would be horrible to have a 10g credit limit and not be able to buy a dollar soda because they can’t accept your card.
Being called doesn’t mean sitting on a jury. It just means you will go through jury selection and will usually get sent home. Unless it is a case you really don’t want to sit…then you will be picked.
I used to get called every four years and sometimes really wanted to sit on the case. (A big box store trying to demand eminent domain over a small business owner’s land? Yeah, put me on that case!) I ended up serving two very ugly trials that I tried my best to get out of.
I know they will. Those of you who like the old traditions always appreciate having them celebrated and honored.
So it is still raining and the forest fog is rising. I sat out on the front porch and listened to the frogs sing until I got cold. I understand it is unseasonably cool for this time of the year, but I’m sure loving it.
Back in AZ, TC friend reports the first 107F day and new wildfires on both sides of the I17. I do kinda miss watching the slurry bombers and helicopters with the water scoops. Those guys had some mad skillz dropping liquid on their targets.
During the Crown King fires, there was one home out in the middle of nothing that could be seen from the highway. The home was owned by someone who didn’t want it to burn down and kept all of the dry brush and weeds cut down in a big area.
The fires burnt past that home but because the hotshots deemed that home to be defensible, helicopters dropped water on it often enough that there was a big ring of burn around the home, but nothing inside the fences was scorched or burned.
A co-worker was loudly proclaiming that god had protected that home, she could tell because of the perfect ring around it. I started laughing and told her that it was the helicopter pilots and not the hand of god and why I thought that way.
At least she never talked to me again, I considered that to be a win.
I’m so ready for some fresh local produce.