Done - The Healing Blue Ray too...
I have so many threads going that I start forgetting where I put things.
This was under the San Andreas thread (I have noticed I am in the habit of just picking up conversations with people, wherever they show up).
Home and dry after a snowy commute. It was only two slight ridges I was concerned about. The flakes were huge.
It has been clear and dry for quite some time, and it stopped snowing before I got here. :op
I was going to read, but slept for at least four hours. As noted in other posts/threads, perhaps it has something to do with the timelines.
Oh: Thanks to all for the positive vibes. My nephew's (Michael) brain tumor is benign. They are going to wait a month to remove it, but said it is quite operable, and he would be able to go back to work within 7-10 days.
Even though we are only 5 years apart in age, due to the insistence of his mother, he and his sister still refer to me as "Uncle Troy". I told my nieces in Utah that they could just call me Troy, because I had already been through this with another sister, and as I age, it is getting creepy. I do not want to be that
uncle. lol Besides, 1/2 nephews and 4/7 nieces have children of their own. If they called me "Great Uncle Troy"...well...
I do keep in mind that the Utah branch of my family, being Mormon, are required to stock up. That's a lot of pantries.
The cigarettes, alcohol, and coffee are probably locked up in a safe, with the Doctrine and Covenants.
The D&C states that hot liquids are bad for the body. A lot of Mormons get their caffeine fix via hot chocolate.
OMG! I dropped the "n". I have a new word: "Mormos".
Journal note: Began reading Spiritwalker, last night.
Edit: To be clear/for review: I did the Mormon thing when I was 16. I admit I was instrumental in getting the youngest of my three sisters (still 3 years older than me) connected to the LDS camp. We grew up together on that snowy mountain, and for many years she was my best friend. Via my affiliation with a local church, I made a good friend. I knew he was perfect for my sister, so my mother and I conspired. I was the best man at her wedding (outside of the temple). I get frustrated at times, but I am mindful of the nearly 3 decades they have been together, and that he took her away from the world of bad boys who would harm her with drugs (and who repeatedly raped one of my nieces).
They all called me a faggot, but I have been with women far more beautiful and awake than they could ever dream of. My frostry side says to forgive, but the other side still wants to go a little Jason Bourne on that guy (he was an ice hockey player, and I am in no hurry to get my XXX kicked, so I'll just vent, here; besides, that was long ago and it is not real).
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