You can make or break; you can win or lose

Notice:  Today's blog post is picture-heavy.  Some days are like that, Mrs. Miller.

What went before ONE:  So, here in Maine, where it's snowing, the US Government has pulled the funds that pay for school lunches in Maine, because there are trans students in school sports, and! it has just pulled correctional funding because there's a trans prisoner in a women's prison.

This, according to the US Government's Speaker to Animals in the service of "protecting women."

What fun.

What went before TWO: This of course makes it very easy to type...

What went before THREE: Snowing harder. Hands still hurt.

1260 new words today, and that's the end of the new scene.

Trooper is yelling his head off, which is going to get tiresome RSN, and won't make Happy Hour happen faster. It's just -- clocks, man. SO unobliging.

I was able to schedule a mammogram at Thayer in September, and therefore cancelled the one at Sebasticook. There were a couple of confusing points, such as -- Where do you want the report sent. Which, given my PCP has gone or will shortly go, poof! was a puzzler. I finally recalled to mind my surgeon at the cancer center, so that's who will receive the report. The other one was -- Have your records sent over to us. Oh, yeah, sure. How? Oh, just call their file room, they do this all the time. Uh-huh.

I ended up calling the women's health department, explaining what I was told and they were able to send the electronic files on while I was on the phone with them.

I also signed a service agreement, which will take care of my lawn mowing and the upcoming winter's snow removal.

So, yanno -- progress made on several fronts. Go, me.

Speaking of progress -- I did wash the sheets, but now I have to fold them. So, I guess I'll do that, and let Trooper yell out here all by his onesie.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Wednesday. Sunny and cold. About 2.5 inches of snow on the front step; trees coated with white. Ref pic below.

The Weatherbeans are calling for sun and 40F/4C today and warmer tomorrow. Already, the snow's falling off the trees. Friday should be quite pleasant. Saturday and Sunday, you ask? Mixed snow and rain. What else?

Given Conditions, today will be more writing, lucky characters; also ASL homework. I should also Scrutinize my travel arrangements, and nail down an appointment in Corning to make some glass.

Breakfast was cream cheese on rice crackers, with a side of grapes; second mug of tea to hand. Lunch will be soup and salad, because I'm lazy.

On the Fashionista Front, the pearl studs worked out well yesterday, so I may put in the sapphire studs today. They'll look nice with my green-and-black-check flannel shirt.

It appears that the morning wrassle-and-scream session is now a Tradition for Rook and Tali. They have at it mightily for, oh, six minutes? Then Rook rolls over and shows his belly, Tali licks his head and they go off to their morning nap spots. Cats, man. They passeth understanding.

Oh, another thing to do today. I'll be attending AlbaCon remotely, if I can figure out how to tell Zambia that.

. . . and that's really all I've got. As a spectator sport, writing is even more boring than chess. No, I misspeak. Chess isn't boring at all, to an informed onlooker. So I've been told. Golf, then. Writing is more boring than golf. There's a tshirt.

What are you doing today that's boring?

Here, have a picture of Trooper the Wise. And Grumpy. Can't forget Grumpy.

Today's blog title brought to you courtesy of Mr. Glenn Fry, "The Heat is On."