Ooooouuuuucccchhhh.

Glad you’re okay.

Solidarity.

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 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B002TC661O

You will smell like a salad, but it really works.

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.

Hi. I'm old, too. [shares a bottle of gummy vitamins]

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.

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.

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?