Our bladders. The answer to this question is always, “our bladders.”

Unless it’s the cat, or the dog, but mostly the bladders.

This is good to hear.
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Izzy clearly did NOT do it whatever it was, and whatever the evidence.

Much better this morning. Put my winter blankets on the bed and slept like a log, waking with a settled head.

This is from a major TBI at age twelve, rollerskating. Happy I eventually woke up, but could have done without this nauseating dragon in my head.

Thank you!

The other side just cannot understand for a minute that we will hang out to dry any of our side involved.

Wow!!

Nope. They tried to burn him up—that level of loathing isn’t going anywhere.

No better reasons! I’m thinking pizza for myself.

Of course! They MUST have ego to aspire to those jobs; he just adds that bit of smarmy that rubs me the wrong way.

Right there with you.

Yes, all true. Does not mean I will ever like him.

He is putting in the work, but I can’t stand the dude. No one loves Gavin Newsom likes Gavin Newsom loves Gavin Newsom.

He does the work but he is his own motivation, all the way back to starting up gay marriages in SF.

I like most of his policies, but NOT him.

I am going to need proof on that claim, of the David Attenborough level at a minimum.

That looks like one pissed off horse.

Back pain! So hard to rule out.

Or, alleged hx of childhood sleepwalking—one episode recurring in boot camp and they’re gone in a flash.

I’d go if there were movies to see. Don’t want explosions or skin or blood, but plot and sense and Helen Mirren. Even my cranky pants Resident Retiree was happy to go see “Knives Out” and such.