Anyone else noticing access hiccups on DU just now?

I wonder if we're about to get hit with a cyber attack...

Hope all the Loungers can join me for a celebratory drinking thread this evening! Much to celebrate!

Have a nice Friday and see you tonight!

"Dear James Comey,

Called that play a little early, didn't you?


Kisses,


Hill"

Looks like Don Jr. and Eric will need to get jobs mowing lawns after school.

n/t

As I was leaving the house this morning, I found myself thinking about my grandfather.

I remember that he carried everything, everything, in the breast pocket of his shirt (invariably a short-sleeve white button-up, like NASA Mission Control). Glasses, garage-door opener, about a thousand pens, etc. He even used a pocket protector, poor guy. When I was a kid, I thought it had something to do with being old.

As I was leaving the house, I found myself slapping my jacket pockets to make sure I had everything; reading glasses, phone, pen, COVID mask, etc. Then I realized I seem to be turning into my grandfather.

That's as far as I'm taking the comparison, though. I ain't drinking that crappy Texas beer he liked...

Love and acceptance isn't a one-way street. LGBTQ people made me feel valued and accepted.

I was a shy, awkward, straight, cisgender kid serving as a tanker in the U.S. Army at the height of the 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' madness. While I fell firmly on the side of LGBTQ people being able to serve openly in the military, I was all alone on that one with my fellow soldiers. When the subject came up, their retort was always "How would you like to have to shower next to one of them?"

Long story short: My appreciation for "The Rocky Horror Picture Show' introduced me to the LGBTQ community in Louisville, Kentucky, not far from my post at Fort Knox. My new friends seemed a little bowled over that there were any LGBTQ-friendly people in the Army. But they accepted me into their community, and I felt a lot more valued and appreciated with them than I ever did in that den of toxic masculinity at Knox. I think I was their pet gay-friendly soldier, and I'm still in touch with many of them to this day.

"The Adventures Of Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert."

Relaxing with Bourbon a la Creme, and loving you all.

I’m so grateful for the love and support you have all shown me. Hoping for a new start in a better place.

Happy Saturday, everyone!

Well, it's official: I've submitted applications to work somewhere else.

The revolving door for medical providers at the mainstream clinic has just put too much pressure on me to see every patient sent over from the shockingly understaffed main facility. I had twenty-seven patients on my schedule when I started the day yesterday, and even though I had a few no-shows, it seems like two or three walk-ins and stand-bys showed up for every no-show.

I had a monster headache for most of the day. I'm fortunate to have such a superb medical team who kept things going smoothly until closing. The day when they find me slumped over my desk dead seems to be getting closer and closer. The clinic I applied to is in the same part of town where I work now, so all of my patients who want to can visit me there, assuming I get the position. That's the one thing that has kept me here this long: I don't want to abandon my homeless patients.

Anyway, this country needs to get out of the mindset that good work should be rewarded with more work. The pathetic, bleating whine of workplaces bosses everywhere: "Nobody wants to work anymore", is just a bad-faith expression meaning "Nobody wants to work themselves to death anymore."

You're damned right...

Friday Night Vodka, Gin, and Lillet Buzz.

Enjoying James Bond’s favorite cocktail, the Vesper, after a paralyzingly busy day. Actually considering changing jobs. And there are openings.

Looking forward to the weekend.

I love you all. I’m sorry I wasn’t here last week.