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Earlier this week, my calf cramped as i was waking up and i couldn't get it to release while remaining in bed, so i got out of bed to stand on that foot and force it to relax.  Unfortunately, i declared victory too soon and it kicked back, tipping me to the side and knocking me on my ass, much to Kim's concern, but i was unhurt.  By this point, my adrenalin had kicked in hard and, after finally putting an end to the cramp, i was awake and sweating.  After that, i headed to the toilet and, as i finished up, i felt quite ill as i felt the adrenalin rush recede.  I staggered back to bed and lay there nauseous and shivering, breathing shallowly until the feeling passed.

Anyway, don't do drugs, kids, because the comedown is a doozy.

2/6 '22 4 Comments

Glad you’re okay.
Ow ow ow ow ow!

My mom used to get raging leg cramps that would wake her up, and she'd be crying and screaming-- it was awful. Apparently I've inherited some of this from her, too. No fun.

Someone recommended some weird topical concoction made of apple cider vinegar, garlic, ginger, and something else. It screams "snake oil," right down to the Comic Sans on the label... but holy mother of crap, it reaaaalllly works.

I don't know how, and if it's the power of placebo I don't care-- the relief is real and takes maybe 60 seconds max. The bottle says you can dab it on with a washcloth or cotton ball, you can splash it on Jean Naté style, or you can even drink it (!). I put it in a spray bottle which is easiest IMHO.

Here's a link if you're interested. Caleb Treeze Organic Farms Stops Leg & Foot Cramps

You will smell like a salad, but it really works.
SOLD plus one extra bottle for my mom.

Here’s an old wives’ tale that may be a useful data point. My mom’s friends apparently swear by taking a shot of warm water mixed with French’s Yellow Mustard, and no other brand will do. They claim that the turmeric and mustard powder prevents leg cramps.

I don’t believe it, but turmeric and black pepper might be helpful. YMMV, obviously.

Ever since the notion of "inbox zero" floated across my attention, i've been perplexed by the mania it attracts.  Maybe 15, or even 10, years ago, it was a bit of a challenge to keep up, but these days, most of my email is either spam or commercial.  The former is shipped off to a processing folder, and the latter is either autosorted or unsubscribed.  The time it takes me to deal with is minimal.  It's never occurred to me to brag about inbox zero because i'm there every day.

Then something like this article pops up and i'm just stunned.  2700 messages in a month?  What on earth are you doing?  People just give up?  Maybe i'm just special, or maybe people just hate me and ignore me.

1/10 '19 1 Comment
Cards Against Humanity dude sez: "I think as people understand the idea of Inbox Zero now, it’s a total disaster. I don’t see how anyone could run a business or make a living as a freelancer or do any kind of meaningful work by replying to every email in their inbox all the time so that it’s always empty."

But "replying to every email in their inbox all the time" is not what I understand "inbox zero" to mean. I understand it to mean that your goal is to keep the number of unprocessed e-mail messages in your inbox at zero (or as close to it as is practicable). And it's definitely not something you have to keep actively doing 24/7. Processing an e-mail message means to do one of the following:

- delete unread
- read and then delete
- read, optionally reply, and then file away out of the inbox [*]

Then there's always going to be some stuff you don't want to deal with, so you leave it unprocessed (read or leave unread, but in any event you don't act immediately to remove it from the inbox), but the idea is that this number is very small.

One household management tip I heard years ago is to touch your incoming postal mail once. That is, you pick it up; open or toss it in the recycling bin; and "process" the mail you keep right away. Magazines to the living room, Christmas cards to the mantle, bills to the area of the house where you sit down and write your checks and lick your stamps every couple of weeks. (As I say, years ago.) This way, you don't get piles of unsorted mail lying around the house, and you don't miss bills. I've moved this idea to my inbox and it does me OK, except for the interminable e-mail lists I've gotten myself subscribed to.

For interminable e-mail lists, I like to let a day's worth sit unread and then go through them all at once. (I prefer that to getting a daily auto-digest.)

I'll wrap up with a new grand internet tradition. Tired: sharing SAT scores. Wired: sharing your inbox zero status. I'm at inbox 11, with 7 unread topics.

[*] You know who's figured out how to manage avalanches of e-mail? Microsoft. I've found Outlook to be a great solution when I've been an a role where I'm getting dozens of messages per day.

There's so little music i want to see live and most of it happens 60-90 minutes away so when it's on a weeknight i'm too old to want to endure the commute there in rush hour and back when it's midnight and i'm exhausted.

10/25 '18 22 Comments
Hi. I'm old, too. [shares a bottle of gummy vitamins]
Gummy fiber is the best old person invention yet!
Hi, I'm old too. I used to like going to plays damn near every night of the week. Now I don't like doing anything on any night of the week.

By the way, I saw someone pretending to be you the other day. Check out the license plate frame on this Tesla.
Impostor syndrome always means something different when it comes to me.
Hi, I'm old but I still manage to take dance classes every night of the week because dancing is invigorating, and if I didn't I'd be stiff and creaky all day instead of just in the morning.
Well hello there! [holds opera glasses up to rheumy eyes looking for posts newer than 2015]
And is he still as excited about his Q?
There's been a new development, Karen. I have a dance couple friend named Bill and Susie. Susie used to be in the Q Club with me, but then she got a new car and it didn't get a Q, so she got kicked out of the club. Meanwhile her husband Bill, who used to be on the outside looking in, got a new car, and it did have a Q! So Bill replaced Susie.

Then Bill got *another* new car, a Tesla. It remains to be seen if it will get a Q, but even if it doesn't, Bill will remain in the club until the lease on his previous new car (which does have a Q) runs out.

Bill and Susie voted for Trump, but I still love them anyway. If I were to dump everyone who voted for Trump I would lose half my dance friends. Such is life in Orange County.
Bill and Susie are adorable. I'm glad you kept them anyway, too. I'd lose my dad and several surprising people. It was a polarizing election.
Part of the benefit of moving into the downtown queer neighbourhood is walkable access to music events ... that start too late on weeknights for me to consider going to.
For what it's worth, I was too old for Bay Area rush hour back in my 30s.
Promoters in my city finally woke up and now book bands from 7-10pm every Friday night. It's packed with people who have money to spend on music. Weird, right?
We keep talking about hitting local jazz events at various lounges and eateries, but... old.
I always say the hardest part about doing any activity is putting your shoes on. Once I'm there I'm usually happy... but convincing myself to actually go and not punk out is harder every day.

I am a homebody now... and in honesty, I am a bedbody. We pretty much never leave the bed unless we absolutely have to.
I'm more than a tiny bit relieved to hear that I'm not the only bedbody. We are not seen, so not known about, but I believe there are many of us, for various reasons. XOXO
When I am anyplace other than bed, I count down the minutes until I can be in bed. BED!
I know! It's only at one venue, but it is paaacked with people every Friday night. It's called #LiveMusicForEarlyBirds (or as I see it, "Live Music For Sane People," or perhaps "Live Music For People Over 40") and we loooovez playing it.
really?!??! where? ... down here in Dover there are 7pm-10pm live music options on Wednesday and Thursday nights. . . but I'm usually stumped on Friday.