Ain'tcha got no rhymes for me?

What went before ONE: Well, that wasn't what I was going to be doing when I got home.

Splinter Universe got blasted out of the water (no, I don't know Exactly How; we've been having some DoS fun over at my blog, and there may have been residual damage. Or it could've gotten targeted just for its own self.). Whatever the cause, I spent the last couple hours trying to put it back the way it was, and finally gave up on that in favor of getting the site online again, and there I may report success.

Splinter Universe is back on line, for those who may have missed it. All the Stuff is there, but it is much simpler in appearance.

Also? Yon writin' woman is Some Corked Off.

Tomorrow: Early mammogram, just in case I needed another reason to be grumpy.

Everybody stay safe; I'll check in tomorrow.

What went before TWO: So...I'm sorry; I have to share this or it will haunt me all night. AARP has shared A Tip of foods to limit if you have "prediabetes" (do not get me started on "prediabetes." Arguably we all have "prediabetes," it's kind of like having "predeath." See? You didn't have to get me started; I'm self-powered.)

Anyway, this list of things to avoid have swap outs -- you know the drill, instead of pasta, have some tasty spaghetti squash. Instead of rice, have some cauliflower. And -- here's the one that will haunt me for the length of my days --

Swap out wine for!

Vodka.

Yes, yes, I've gone and scared the cats, and on that note, I'm going to pour a glass of wine, which I have abSOfreakingLUTELY earned this afternoon.

Tuesday. Sunny and chill, but getting warmer fast.

Trash and recycling at the curb. Mammogram accomplished. Breakfast was vanilla Skyr. Drinking my second cup of tea with the last two cranberry-walnut-oatmeal cookies. You know what this means, of course?

Right. I need to bake more cookies.

. . .

Yanno? I think I have chocolate chips.

Another bad night of sleep, with the exception of the two! whole! hours! that Firefly tucked her compact little self into my stomach, and turned her purr box on High. I've gotta get me some more of that.

Firefly is currently off-duty, but that does not mean I'm unsupervised. Tali and Rook are both on guard at the right-side window, so I can feel certain They won't get in That Way.

Needlework this evening. Between now and then, I have to perform my duty to the cats, and then I believe I will address the Cookie Situation.

Y'all have enough cookies?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Paul Simon, via Harper's Bazaar (you may blame 60sGold on Sirius XM for this)  "59th Street Bridge Song."

Photo of the Right Flank Guards at work: