Talk about your day thread

[doug rr]

you can zoom

[Peeps]

And yep, I was correct. Onto the cholesterol meds I go. No biggie as far as I can tell, all other blood results were good/no issue.

Except I am apparently lacking in vitamin D - the classic accountant's vitamin deficiency! And even that's a win for the dog, as I now need to aim for 20 minutes unfiltered sunlight per day. So that's the dog and me at the park every (non rainy) morning for 20 mins or so.

i know where you can get some vitamin D

i have a video conference with my electrophysiologist this morning and then midafternoon drs appointment with the cardiologist.

[Ello Sailor]

Peeps and Higgs set to meet.

[Peeps]

Peeps and Higgs set to meet.

hopefully not at the pearly gates

[Higgs]

Peeps and Higgs set to meet.

I would be 100% down for this.

Go well Peeps.

[Peeps]

Peeps and Higgs set to meet.

I would be 100% down for this.

Go well Peeps.

you are definitely on my list to see if i ever travel abroad

[doug rr]

I had the gym to myself this morning..did a few miles on the bike

[Ello Sailor]

Uh huh

[doug rr]

almost 3 miles..ready for a nap now after lunch

[Chris_H_2]

almost 3 miles..ready for a nap now after lunch

3 miles on a bike is the equivalent of walking 3 blocks to walgreens for some funyuns

[wease]

Goddamn. I love funyuns

[96583UP]

almost 3 miles..ready for a nap now after lunch

3 miles on a bike is the equivalent of walking 3 blocks to walgreens for some funyuns

chris is back

when i was in high school a fave was getting high and going 7-11 to buy Snapple Rain and Funyons

munchie meal of choice

[doug rr]

almost 3 miles..ready for a nap now after lunch

3 miles on a bike is the equivalent of walking 3 blocks to walgreens for some funyuns

I got bored and my feet feet hurt..havent had Funyuns in years but I've seen they come hot now

[96583UP]

i’s prob be sick for 1-2 days if i had a bag of funyons at this point

[lennytheweedwhacker]

They are gross bye

[96583UP]

And yep, I was correct. Onto the cholesterol meds I go. No biggie as far as I can tell, all other blood results were good/no issue.

Except I am apparently lacking in vitamin D - the classic accountant's vitamin deficiency! And even that's a win for the dog, as I now need to aim for 20 minutes unfiltered sunlight per day. So that's the dog and me at the park every (non rainy) morning for 20 mins or so.

i’ll give you all the D you can handle

congrats on joining the cholesterol meds club

it brought mine down

[Bammer]

So I’m packing up all the gear after my kids’ little league game last night and a dad from the other team comes over to say hi - quick word about the game blah blah blah - but not 30 seconds in to the conversation he just jumps out of nowhere to “so did you see that Tenacious D comment about Trump?”

Bro, relax.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[96583UP]

i too am pleased that i spend little IRL time discussing politics these days

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.