Um, hello. Where is my post? I sat in bed last night typing up a long post; I commiserated with Sugar, I blabbed on for several paragraphs. I did. I know I did. It is not here. Please do not tell me I forgot to hit Submit. Perhaps we should request that Suzanne put big red pulsing buttons at the bottom of the post for those of us who are too braindead to hit the send button.
I am in ****'s Underarm. Oh I'm sorry, N. C. I mistook all this beastly heat and humidity for someplace else. I spent the morning looking after my sister's youngest who was too sick to go to school today, then I spent all afternoon moving my parents out of their respective hospital like settings back into their home. At one point I got in a car that had been sitting out in the sun for a few hours and the temperature read 111. It is not fit for human activity, that's for sure.
Hope Sugar is on the mend? Or is that too optimistic?
My sister is singing. With hand gestures. While she does the dishes.
DD is safely in her internship program. She was sworn in as a member of the Executive Branch of the Government yesterday. She loves the program, it seems.
I'm not sure I get the whole concept of the Peachboy's math internship where they do medical research, but I clearly don't have a clue about higher math -- I asked DD's bf what he is taking next fall for classes and I couldn't understand half of what he was saying
Talk atcha later
kiwi