I had a tough call last night, the kind that might make me fly somewhere, and then four year old had an accident because she's not great about being in touch with her bladder. Mrs. Ha was working, so I had to deal with the bath, mopping up pee, picking up drenched clothing and all while still talking on the phone. Gah.
Then there was cat vomit, Mrs. Ha getting home late, the kids getting in bed late, three ales to show my support of the Brits and leftover pesto and tortellini before staggering off to bed, leaving the dishes to Mrs. Ha. Meh.
I have found my bike to be less painful to ride than driving the Goat, my knee does not like having to flex to do the clutch. Wednesday we go to discuss my Xrays and bloodwork and see what can be done before I turn into an invalid. Joy. I doubt I'll get anything to help with the pain either, my doctor is great, but she's really reluctant to pass out the narcotics.
One of the finds at the ABVI was the Silent War, an entertaining read by a Navy Chief Scientist going into the undersea Cold War, including the investigation of K129, a Russian nuclear missile carrying sub that sunk near Hawiai. He hedges around quite a bit since so much of Project Jennifer is still classified, but he likes to hin that the sub was a rogue, and was mortally damaged when it launched a missile towards Hawiai without proper authorization. He posits the missile blew up on launch, as part of it's fail safe. It's certainly interesting, and chilling. Blind Man's Bluff is probably better, I should track that down from the library.
We're planning on going to the local amusement park Sunday, and nearly nine year old is taking a friend to help celebrate her upcoming birthday. I hope it's not raining.
Then again, I will still have the phone. I suppose I can enjoy the water rides, provided I check the phone every hour or so. And I can ogle all the chicks in their swimsuits.
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