Well, the way them Irish and Scots drink, I’d say hangovers are quite Catholic. Plus they’re a Universal thing, so Catholic^2.
One of the Amazing News from Spain that I’d managed to miss (and I swear I’m expecting the Discovery Channel to start showing documentaries on the Spanish government any day now, maybe we need to get some gnus?) was about the new Alcohol Law. The Law has been shelved “for the moment,” the Guv’mint has delayed its onset date “because we don’t want it to become an electoral issue.” It forbids all ads for all kinds of alcohol, which of course has the wineries and beermakers up in arms, not to mention all the Denominaciones de Origen (Duero, Jerez, Rioja…). It also forbids giving alcohol to minors under any circumstances; the Catholic Church’s speaker has answered reporter’s questions along the lines of “to Caesar that which is Caesar’s and to God that which is God’s” and basically let the winemakers and brewers do the huffing and puffing. Why give our dear Guv’mint an excuse to yell about the oscurantism of the Catholic church, daring to give watered-down wine to minors, when you have half a million workers yelling at the top of their lungs. As anybody with a brain knows, what causes saturday-night teenage alcohol comas is Sunday High Mass. Sigh.
nashiitashii, every day is the feast of at least a dozen Saints. There’s a very popular calendar in Spain that lists each day’s saints, I know people who like having it just for the names. I’m very thankful that I didn’t get named after the saint of my birthday, because, really… Salomona? Sounds like I’m about to get filleted.
StG, good omms sent your way for the surgery.
Last time I had a cold, I was coughing real bad. The general cold stuff was doing fine for the other symptoms, but not for the cold. I went to the pharmacy and asked for a cough syrup. They tried to give me what I was already taking; I said no, I’m already taking that, I just need something for the cough because it’s real bad and I can’t eat or sleep. They didn’t want to give me anything, but then I got a Coff Attack and when I was able to breathe again, several minutes later, they just handed the syrup over. Phew!
Good omms sent to the parts of Mika that hurt. Ouch. I’m told that sprains have the disadvantage over broken bones that they sound less serious but aren’t. Ouch ouch.
I like LightBlade for our sunny one. Congratulations on going home and finding it still there 
I did not kill any relatives. We went to Mass on Sunday, in German. Didn’t understand a thing. A lot of things are done in ways I’d seen in De States but not in Spain, for example the priest and deaconess walked in all the way from the back, carrying the book that has the readings. Several of Mom’s broken parts decided to behave, which was kind of them; otoh, Lilbro insisted in going everywhere at a speed more appropiate for a marathon race. He didn’t want to see any museums until the last day, which is the one Reasonable People leave for shopping (Reasonable People, of course, being defined as “those who leave the last day for shopping”). Because we were going so fast and not entering any buildings except a church or two, we’d run out of Stuff To See by Sunday, so on Monday I took them to Strasbourg and we saw some more Stuff. It’s about 1h north and there are two parallel highways, one on the French side (which we followed going up) and one on the German side (which we followed coming back). So they have pictures in three countries. And they brought back chocolate, of course. I gave them three different Swiss Army Survival Rations for Middlebro, one of whose nicknames is “Edusup”, short for “Survival Ed.” The three flavors are white, milk and dark. Them Swiss sure know how to do survival rations!
I’m going to see apartments in France on Friday.
Today I was supposed to be checking the work of another person but it’s not ready. Guess I’ll go answer my PMs and post general stupidity. I broke 5000 stupidities and didn’t even notice until today!
