Heigh Ho

 I've been writing up a storm on the sequel to Esprit de Corpse, already 7 chapters in of a planned 20. I should say target goal of twenty -- I never plan anything. But I'm averaging 3000 words a day on it, so if I keep this up, I'll be done in a month or two.

Still no feedback from any of the agents I've queried.

Mitch McConnell, the slimeball, has announced he'll endorse 45 for candidacy for 2024--this after denouncing him as being singularly responsible for the insurrection of Jan. 6 and the deaths and injuries incurred by the Capitol police. There are actually still Republican governors, senators, and representatives who believe Biden somehow stole the election with fraudulent votes, even though their own positions were voted in on the same ballots. I cannot believe how stupid people are. Marjorie Taylor Greene, sui-disant-Christian lizard, says, "Follow the science. There are only two genders." Science says that's not true. Rand Paul, the moron, told Levine, a transgender at the head of HHS, transgender surgery is the same as genital mutilation, which the UN has denounced as a crime against humanity. And today, at the CPAC, the GOP rolled a gold statue of 45 through the halls, dressed in flag boxers and boxing gloves. I simply cannot tolerate stupidity and ignorance.

Lindsay tells us that Leighton will be seeing a speech pathologist to discover why Leighton doesn't use words yet. He's 18 months old. Winnie used to say that Jack didn't start talking until he was 3. He just pointed and his brothers fetched for him. There's no doubt the kid is brilliant. So we'll see.

We finally got the broken kitchen faucet fixed, and I'm unhappy. Once again, Jack didn't bother to check with me for details; and while it's a top-of-the-line Kohler, it's also a polished chrome finish that doesn't match anything in my brushed nickel kitchen. I'll just have to let it get dirty, I guess.

Two days ago, the temperatures climbed to near 60, so I called for a happy hour. We got to see all the immediate neighbors and spent an hour chatting, watching a nearly full moon rise, let the kids splash in the puddles of melted snow, and caught up on the news. It was a fabulous experience to talk to people again!

I had bloodwork done yesterday, and my blood sugar came back at 163. I simply can't see how it can be so out of control considering I'm on this sugar-free diet. I get a liver scan next week; maybe that will reveal something. Maybe they'll figure out why I can't lose any more weight.

Meanwhile, I also got an appointment for my right hand, middle finger. Last year in Jamaica, I caught my first two fingers in a folding chair, and while they sort of bent, the x-rays showed no breaks or damage. Now, a year later, I've lost all strength and flexibility in the middle finger, and it hurts like blazes.

Might be nice to know why my fingernails are falling apart too! I'll ask Donna.