And would it mean I’d have a constant bank balance?
You mean it would be the smallest possible unit of currency? So like, a candy bar would cost 10[sup]35[/sup] Plancks? Well, for one thing, I’d need to get a bigger wallet.
My missus had a dream about her dad (Mr. Cancer took him a couple years ago) the other night. It was one of those where your consciousness wakes up but somehow your senses keep dreaming for a few moments. So it was intense and a bit disorienting and she’s still a bit shaken. She liked her dad and misses him a lot. A couple years ago I was blessed with an epiphany: there is no such thing as “now” because everything you know is a memory. Maybe a very young memory, but you are only aware of something after it has passed. So in a very real way, everything you know and have ever known, has only existed in your brain as a memory. Based on that, The Missus had a visit with her dad that, today, is no less real than when he first held her as a baby. I’m not yet an orphan, so I’m not sure whether to tell her that. I find it comforting, but she might not. I could reconcile with Mom today and get a real hug from her tomorrow. Seems a little crass to suggest it’s the same as a dream hug.
And I would like to find whomever painted on the switch plates and the goddamned door hinges in this house and slap them with a Kenworth.
I have eaten too much for lunch.
Also, I’ll be in Japan for Christmas which means I have to do all my present buying and distributing before I go, and I’ve barely even started shopping yet. (Actually, I suppose I could give presents after I get back, and they’d be more exotic presents, too. But it seems like cheating somehow.)
A phrase I was vaguely aware of, “Know ones onions,” appeared in a NY Times crossword a week or so back. It’s interesting that if you’re smart, you know your onions, but if you’re stupid, you don’t know beans.
This is quite a thought. I can’t yet decide if I agree with it or not, but…it’s quite a thought.
And I lost my mother a month ago, so it’s kind of timely.
If you are a parent, on some night, you will give your child a bath for the last time. You aren’t likely to recognize it when it happens.
…
Unrelated, but random, and something I read yesterday:
“Siri Google Alexa” is a complete sentence.
Not so random, but I feel loved.
And what a wonderful night it was… “Look, you know how to take a bath. Call me when you’re dried off and we’ll read some Animorphs.”
Daughter got to feel grown up, and I got fifteen minutes of peace… that night and every night.
When my mom died a few years ago I had a mini epiphany. My dad had died years prior, and neither of my parents had siblings. It hit me (hard) that I had become the eldest. I have a younger brother and sister, nieces, and nephews, but I am the oldest extant member of my family. Which sorta makes me Cthulhu-esque.
Don’t give up! My grandma was doing quality work well into her nineties.
I’ll hold 'em for ya.
Not my life. I’m 74 and remember watching her coronation on tv.
Keep your oven hot, just in case.
You are. 
(in spite of your love of corn dogs)
Mr.Wrekker found himself in a similar situation. He is now Mr. Patriarch.
I think he likes it.
I went to her coronation parade. (I was only 1 month old, but I have been assured I was very interested by the whole thing.)
Aaaack! Tired need to sleep. Brain wide awake.
OTOH, I’ve started the great American novel.
(not really, just made a grocery list)
By the way… for my Queen of England thing, I picked a 61 year old. That was chosen by subtracting 7/4/1776 from today and divide by four. And for a 61 year old she has always been queen.
I have never seen a coronation. She has always been queen for me.
Whenever our pontoon boat passes beneath the Ford City Bridge I tell people the story of the bridge and its predecessor. The old bridge was opened to traffic in 1914. The first person crossing the bridge was a newborn, the first baby born that year. She was pushed across in a baby carriage as part of the ribbon-cutting.
When the bridge was demolished and replaced one hundred years later, the 1914 baby was the first to cross, this time pushed across in a wheelchair. She died a few months later, having served her purpose.
While this story is true, I also point out a big factory on the riverbank and tell my passengers that if they have ever eaten a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal, anywhere in the world, it was produced in this factory.
People overwhelmingly believe the false cereal story, but question the factual bridge tale.
I think I might love you now.
^^ That’s Pennsylvania for you: the Daemons of the Allegheny kept that poor woman alive for ages just to complete their pagan water-crossing ritual.
(I do this to piss off my wife, the native PA-er.) 
The first ballpark estimate came back on our addition/garage project at $250,000. This is double plus ungood.