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Feb. 6th, 2020 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Lesson learned, yesterday: stay away from the Pull-Up truck before chorus. Too much fat for the ex-gall bladder. (But it was tasty, which is what happens when you invent a deep-fried empanada with mac and cheese AND pulled chicken in it.) Since yesterday was a Massive Introvert day to begin with, and my digestion was off besides, I sat in the peanut gallery and sang quietly. What I really wanted to do was go to the dive shop and start the BCD quest, but I didn't. I want to do that tonight, but it's going to rain until at least tomorrow and I'm not sure I want to go to the dive shop in the rain, because I always seem to be going to the dive shop in the rain and getting soaked on the way home.
The rest of this week could be canceled and that would be just fine by me. Nothing good happened yesterday, to the point where the only news item I could stand to read was Kirk Douglas' obituary. At least I learned several things from it, including (a) he was still alive before yesterday, (b) he was 103, and (c) he was born Issur Danielovitch. The rest of the news was all either doom or gloating. And the sun hasn't been out since Tuesday, which is not helping my own personal sense of nothing good happening.
Since last year was the year of the Earth Pig, this year is the year of the Metal Rat. Might be a good year for MIT, if I'm remembering correctly about MIT and brass rats. Google says I am, but Google doesn't know everything. Yet. (Some people think that "remember Loretta" commercial is cute. I think it's ill-advised to tell Google everything.)
Lily having decided that Purina NF Advanced Care prescription food isn't edible, here we go again. Dr. P wants me to try other prescription foods. I hope there's one out there somewhere that Lily likes and doesn't have corn in it. Snip, at least, will cheerfully eat Purina, because food is food as far as she's concerned. But add it to the list of things that don't go smooth this week.
The rest of this week could be canceled and that would be just fine by me. Nothing good happened yesterday, to the point where the only news item I could stand to read was Kirk Douglas' obituary. At least I learned several things from it, including (a) he was still alive before yesterday, (b) he was 103, and (c) he was born Issur Danielovitch. The rest of the news was all either doom or gloating. And the sun hasn't been out since Tuesday, which is not helping my own personal sense of nothing good happening.
Since last year was the year of the Earth Pig, this year is the year of the Metal Rat. Might be a good year for MIT, if I'm remembering correctly about MIT and brass rats. Google says I am, but Google doesn't know everything. Yet. (Some people think that "remember Loretta" commercial is cute. I think it's ill-advised to tell Google everything.)
Lily having decided that Purina NF Advanced Care prescription food isn't edible, here we go again. Dr. P wants me to try other prescription foods. I hope there's one out there somewhere that Lily likes and doesn't have corn in it. Snip, at least, will cheerfully eat Purina, because food is food as far as she's concerned. But add it to the list of things that don't go smooth this week.