I'm getting ready to go to bed (which actually means getting in bed, and watching episodes of The Office or 30 Rock on Netflix' Watch Instantly program until I fall asleep) and I'm kind of laughing. I've pretty much weaned myself completely off of the Vicodin, but I am taking ibuprofen and/or acetominophen fairly often, so I keep some by my bed. Well, I didn't want to keep my parents' Costco-sized bottles of that stuff on the bedstand, so I took a palmful of each and have been keeping them in a plastic Easter egg. Jan and I were just last night reminiscing about the Easter egg hunts we'd have when my siblings and I were younger-- I would've been PISSED if I found one full of pills! But, it's been a handy little container, gotta be honest.
I spoke to both of my [biological] sisters today, and discussed some issues I'm dealing with, and in classic fashion, one sister's advice was diametrically opposed to the other's. I'm certain that neither of them would be surprised to hear that. "Identical", my ass.
I missed an event in Cincinnati tonight, and I can't stop thinking about it. (All of the non-incumbent Democratic candidates for city council were participating in a forum to discuss their platforms, in sight of the party's pending endorsement. And it was taking place at the same venue where a bunch of us busy campaigners gathered to watch the Vice Presidential debate this fall...so I have nothing but memories of laughter and joy whenever I imagine the inside of that building.) I hope it went well for everyone involved-- I wish so much I could've been there!!
Ok...well, I'm up to the episode when Jim coaches Dwight on his acceptance speech for Salesman of the Year, using transcripts from the speeches of Stalin and Mussolini...good night.
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