Today, I finally got my long-delayed mammogram – or as I prefer to call it, the old smash-and-grab.
Nothing alarming, though they noted that my breast composition is “almost entirely fatty.” I didn’t need to get my headlights squashed to learn that.
Another workday, another home office interruption from Princess Bitching Restface.
Finally got my shingles vax today. Hoped to get it yesterday but the pharmacy had just run out. I was told to come back this afternoon once a new shipment came in.
Coming back in late April for the 2nd of 2 shots. I could wait, but I’m not taking a chance that Sec’y Brainworm dumps them after that.
Tonight’s TV viewing: “Dan Da Dan.” The high school relationship drama is a little annoying, but the show’s still entertaining.
I had no idea that parenthood would end up involving so much anime nerdery. But here we are.
Our pharmacy ran out of the shingles vaccine today, but the pharmacist said to come back tomorrow when they expect a new shipment. I suspect we’ll be seeing a run on vaccines for a while.
I just had a couple of pieces of cheese that is barely 2 years younger than our 16yo daughter. I hope that’s somehow not wrong, because I dissociate best with sharp cheddar.
Just returned home after lunch w/C and taking F to her D&D session. Thought about tearing away to write at my local coffeehouse, but I’m trapped in a recliner with a cat on my lap. This may be the holiday weekend “activity” I actually need.
I ate six lunch-size bags of cookies that expired last month. It was that kind of work day.
Thinking as I lay wide awake at 1 a.m. on Monday that that wonderful pot of Adeni chai I had Sunday afternoon wasn’t such a good idea. 😑
Apparently there’s some football game going on today. I am celebrating appropriately.
Doing another one of those 20 [fill-in-the-blank] things on Bluesky, this time with albums. As before with the book list, I’m just posting all 20 at once here.
Lead-in text for each daily post: “Choose 20 albums that have stayed with you or influenced you. One album per day for 20 days, in no particular order. No explanations, no reviews, just covers.”
Just ate a third of a sourdough loaf and too much cheese. At least my stress eating and carb consumption are the least of my worries.
I suspect my husband will object to making my car a potential target for hostility, and I may not leave it there for long. (It’s a removable magnet.) But it feels good to express my frustration publicly for now.
Happy Groundhog Day.
I don’t remember where I picked this up, but props to whoever posted this on the socials. Excellent food for thought here.
Raymond wishes you a happy Caturday.
I was supposed to fly into Reagan National in March for a work function. I was immensely relieved to cancel my trip after my nonprofit employer pulled back on travel for budgetary reasons.
My team (the Padres) is annoying me, but baseball remains a soothing balm for me. Running YouTube videos of Ichiro Suzuki highlights and full games (the 2007 All-Star Game and the Japan-Korea WBC final from 2009) while I work.
The Atlantic reports on an extremist “army of God” movement that has picked up steam among Christians and helped Trump win the presidency twice: “At this point, tens of millions of believers—about 40 percent of American Christians, including Catholics, according to a recent Denison University survey—are embracing an alluring, charismatic movement that has little use for religious pluralism, individual rights, or constitutional democracy.”
Says a Denison political scientist: “They are taking on these extreme beliefs that give them a sense of power—they believe they have the power to change the nature of the Earth. The adoption of these sort of beliefs is happening incredibly fast.”
It was a two-Klondike bar work day. And yet the work day isn’t over yet. 😑
Note to self.
Spending my afternoon avoiding news and reading this graphic novelized biography of artist Yayoi Kusama. Fascinating figure in the pop art movement of the late 20th century who faced mental illness and moved into a psychiatric hospital in the 1970s to do her work. At 95, she’s still there today.
A Padres fan can’t even go out to pick up sushi without being tormented.
I never had a TikTok account, so I don’t feel any sense of loss personally with this ban thing. The stuff I saw creep onto other platforms seemed so vapid that I felt no need to go there.
But I understand some people actually made a living off it, and I do feel bad for them.
Lower abdominal cramping kept me away from my usual coffeehouse writing time this afternoon. Getting a frappe from McD’s on the way home seemed to help. Maybe it’s a hydration thing.