Life in the fast lane

Read this as often as necessary. In fact, read it MORE than is necessary. You won’t find more clarity among the plethora of chaotic (mis)interpretations out there trying to make sense of recent events. She’s got no agenda, no horse in this race, so you won’t have to worry about whether or not it’s unbiased.

Boozilla: learning to fly one room at a time

One recent morning started with a phone call about a death, and continued on, as I afterwards crawled toward the makings of life giving coffee, to frozen pipes.  Needless to say, by the time we lugged in the big container of (semi frozen) water we keep outside for these kinds of situations, the pipes unfroze and the miracle of caffeine was therefore forthcoming.  Sometimes I wonder if I really have developed some sang-froid about things, or if at long last it’s just All Gotten To Me.  I almost didn’t care.  Finally, of course, we did the sensible thing, which is to fill up several containers of water one night, leaving them to be used in frosty mornings.  Which although there have been many lately, the pipes, no doubt knowing that we’re Prepared, have stayed flexible and flowing.  Just shows you.

In the meantime, the Partner had what *I* think is…

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