Newton??? Docaway???
@Spiderman: Blond chili is made from chicken, navy beans, green chile peppers, and the usual chili ingredients of cumin, onion, garlic, etc.
's a chickin innit. </mockney>
Newton is a reference to Isaac Newton and his mythical apple. And I’m assuming Docaway refers to an apple a day keeping the doctor away, because that’s how minds work in the MMP. We have our own brand of logic. Don’t fight it - just go with it. 
One hour to go. I think my clock has stalled. I wanna go home!!!
DO you have jumper cables? Can you bump start it?
Yup, an apple a day keeps the docaway.
The other things you need to know are the offerings of chocolate & beer (prehaps a good chocolate porter). Oh…& alternate speelings, too!
Today is turning into a dark dreary day.
Not much of the dreaded To Do List is getting done.
We really can’t do anything outside today.
I lost my bluetooth again, so that is making phone calls hard to handle. I never lose stuff and here I’ve lost it twice. I wanted a new one anyway.
Howdy Y’all! The day has been survived. Let the weekend (for me) begin! I plan a wild Firday of mowage. How do I keep up such a wild pace! 
{{{Butters and rosie}}} hope y’all feel better soonest. At least y’all have nurses, aka King Louie and Smokey.
MetalMouse glad you’re enjoyin’ SA.
Nava yay for MiddleBro!
i’d be fine if the faucet that is my nasal passages would stop dripping. bleh
Found another lump on Kona. Looks like lymph nodes. Off to vet tomorrow for cancer check on dog number 2. I will never, ever again say that things are looking up. Never. Stupid, rookie mistake. Now all I need is a dark hallway and some high heels.
Waiting for the plumber to call me back. Following his instructions, I have disassembled the master shower control, looking for a part number. Ain’t there. taps fingers impatiently
ETA: I vote blackberry thorns. We used to trim our blackberry hedge by wearing two sets of rose gloves over each other. Nasty stuff.
Time, once again, to upvote the bejeebus out of my comment
Okay, cat people.
I don’t read cats so well and Percy is confusing me.
Before when I’d walk into the room he’d dunk his head down like he is trying to hide.
Now he looks at me, his ears are forward and his eyes are wide.
He lets me pet him but he meows the whole time. When I stroke his entire body and stop to give him a scritch at the base of the tail he turns his head quick to look. I always stop because I can’t tell if he likes it or not.
His ears stay forward the whole time, and his tail isn’t moving.
I think he may be getting lonely.
Sari my curse like a sailor story is back when I worried about my MiL’s opinion. I think she had come out to celebrate our engagement and we took her up to San Fran to be touristy. I drove. I hate San Francisco. Really, really loathe it. I know people the world over think it’s lovely. I think it was designed by a one legged blind man with dementia. The streets and layout make no sense. This was also before GPS, 25 years back. To top it all off, my MiL is also an extremely religious person who thanks God routinely for parking spaces and grocery shopping, and the rising of the sun. At the time, she believed in Divine Creation (no evolution for her, no sir).
We’re driving around San Francisco, trying to figure out how to get to Ghirardelli Square or something, and we keep ending up on one way streets that you can’t turn off of, hills with 4 way stops, pedestrians that act like the road is a sidewalk, and I start swearing. Pretty soon (with apologies to the more religious among you) I’m pulling in some, er, religious terms to my diatribe. The helpful (not so helpful) suggestions about how to navigate in the city fall suddenly silent. I look to my side. My DH looks resigned, but is jerking his head towards his mother, who is completely quiet for the only time I have ever known her. Later, when I wasn’t mad enough to turn water to steam off my skin, I think I was embarrassed. Now I’m wondering if I can use this technique again…
Dunking his head down, that sounds like a precursor to a head bonk. A good thing. Ears forward, tail still, no complaints. He looks at you because you stopped doing the thing he likes. As long as he doesn’t hiss or swipe at you, you’re golden
Sari - What you describe for Percy is good. Ears up = good. Meowing while you pet him is good, so long as it doesn’t sound like a growl or complaint. If it sounds like a meow, or a demand, that’s what it is. It means, keep doing that!
Scritch at base of tail - if he turns to look but does nothing else, it’s probably fine. Some cats like it, some don’t. They’ll arch their back if they do. I would concentrate on his head, between his ears, and on his cheeks, the chubby areas below the eyes and underneath the ears. If he’s ever skittish about you reaching over his head to scratch between the ears, hold your hand to the side, let him sniff and go for the cheek/under the ear scratch.
I think this sounds very promising! Good job!
Dindin has been ingested. I even have leftovers for tomorrow’s N.O.L. YAY! That’s pretty much the news from swampland.
sari Percy is manipulatin’ you. He’s lullin’ you into a sense of all is well. Then, when you least expect it, he will murder you in your sleep. Cats do that.
102 actual degrees right now. Today I have managed to buy dog food and garden supplies, drop off a prescription, wash dishes, and add a handful of items to The Boy’s Giant Box o’ Crap. (Hereafter, TBGBOC. It’s too hot to type.)
I owe my very dear brother a cold 6-pack. The Boy’s apartment lease needed a cosigner, and the management company just couldn’t fathom a proof of income from an insurance company (versus a standard employer or Social Security.) My brother volunteered his signature, because I was stressing mightily. He’s awesome.
Our attorney called today. The aforementioned insurance company has made their final offer on settling Tony’s worker’s compensation case. It’s not good, but it’s more than 5× the original offer. She recommends that we accept, and has sent us a written statement saying that she will reduce her fees pretty drastically, due to the reduced offer. We’re going to accept. But it sucks.
And today is the seventh anniversary of our first date. Long strange trip!
I came home from irk and made a pot of chicken soup. Took a nap. Ate soup. Back in bed. I think I am beginning to feel human again. Head is a little fuzzy.
Yay Sari here’s hoping Percy comes around. Poor baby.
We grabbed a quick supper from the little deli nearby. I had chicken pot pie and **FCD **got wings and fries. I’ve washed my sheets and they’re in the dryer - it was really hot last night and I woke up drenched in sweat - figured that was as good and excuse as any to wash the sheets. I’m about to pull them out of the dryer and remake the bed.
Sluggage tonight - glad tomorrow is Firday - I’s tahred!!!
I went out and bought dog food and a new vacuum. Gordie has been “helping” me clean all day.
Sari, if Percy isn’t swishing the tail, he’s good. If he’s not biting and clawing you, even better.
{{{{sunny}}}}
rosie, I voted. 
I took a look at the long range forecast for Independence Day weekend. Rain is predicted as usual. I won’t complain if’n it does however because unlike other parts of the country who have had more than enough rain, we are in need of rain.
Also, my little email thingy indicator keeps tellin’ me I have eight unread emails when I have no unread emails. Stoopid email indicator thingy, quit tryin’ to play mind tricks!
ETA: rosie I voted.