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After 20 years of service, the Space Station flies into an uncertain future

I’m curious what the future holds. A long time ago, I felt that planning to run the ISS for such a short period was disappointing compared to the costs. You could say that I’m still inclined to believe it should remain, whether that’s systematically replacing things or building anew.

Personally, I’m impressed that humanity has managed to pull off the International part in International Space Station so well. Certainly, it’s been a better outlook than our ancestors had. Hmm, I wonder how many people built bomb shelters back in the ‘60s….lol.

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“Willow, do you really need a pretzel that badly?”

Picture of the dogs looking at me like I’ve got cucumbers coming out of my ears, omitted to protect the guilty

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 Fuck it, I’m having a cookie; the current o’clock after a long tiring day.

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Japan’s amazing healthcare system summed up in photo of hospital bill for father’s heart surgery

With or without my health insurance: I rather imagine that my perspective would be somewhere between dying in the street, and thanking god we don’t have debters prisons per se. Considering how things worked out for my father in the ‘80s, I’m sure that anything involving the words heart and surgery have even worse price tags today.

There’s plenty of good stuff about living in America. The cost of our healthcare isn’t typically on that list.

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First impressions of Scribble appears very promising. My real wonder of course is now buggy iPad or 14 is

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 How things work around here:

Willow: stare

Me: “You had a pretzel, and Corky’s too. I think you can let me have a cookie or two.”

Corky: “Did someone call about food?”

Me: Eats third cookie 

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 Somewhere between having to blow my noise before I’m out of bed, and brushing my teeth it occurred to me that the September resurgence of Ragweed must be about now.

Sure enough it is. And I’m really glad when that shit is gone.

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How it works ’round here:

Willow: is like me, she doesn’t really care about thunderstorms unless the building starts to shake. But prefers pretzels to peanut butter.
Corky: will seek a comfy spot like under the couch, and all but will shallow the spoon. In fact he gets peanut butter just because of his sad expectant looks. He doesn’t like the pretzels I bribe Willow with.
Misty: tends to be scared of storms, either seeking to hide or be comforted. But still inclined to leap off the couch and trot into the kitchen if it means peanut butter. She loves pretzels, and all things considered food.
Yup. That’s how it is around here, lol.
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 While I tend to take an easy going attitude, I have to admit there are days when I feel like Deadpool with only twelve bullets left.

Especially that part at the end.