This has to be from California...

This has to be from California...  Via my pistol-packing Macified mama:

A man was in his front yard mowing grass when his attractive blonde female neighbor came out of the house and went straight to the mailbox. She opened it then slammed it shut and stormed back in the house..

A little later she came out of her house again went to the mail box and again, opened it, slammed it shut again. Angrily, back into the house she went.

As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, here she came out again, marched to the mail box, opened it and then slammed it closed harder than ever.

Puzzled by her actions the man asked her, 'Is something wrong?'

To which she replied, 'There certainly is! My stupid computer keeps saying, 'YOU'VE GOT MAIL!'

Veggies in Paradise...

Veggies in Paradise...  A couple days ago our neighbor Tim D. brought over a grocery bag full of treats from his garden: beets, sweet corn, and green peppers.  Debbie ate the corn, and I ate the beets, in an orgy of veggie consumption.  I ate not only the beets themselves, but also the greens – all were young and tender, and oh my they were good.  Debbie made yummy noises the entire time she was consuming four ears of corn.  She had them all down her gullet within about three minutes.  The green peppers contributed to a nice scramble Debbie made for our breakfast, and we still have some left.

I didn't think to take a photo of these until after we ate them :)

It's so nice to live in a part of the world that can grow good veggies!

Wisdumb...

Wisdumb...  Via reader Simi L...

American heroes in France...

American heroes in France...  As usual, all the early reports were wrong.  It wasn't two U.S. Marines who stopped a terrorist on the train, it was three Americans: one civilian, one Air Force, and one National Guardsman; all mutual friends.  Heroes, though, whatever their occupation.  France has, quite understandably, gone all gaga over them – media there is featuring wall-to-wall coverage.  At right is an interview with the father of Anthony Sadler, one of the three.  It's beautiful, just beautiful.  The father's reaction is exquisitely genuine and unaffected, and you can see his mixture of pride, wonder, and relief shining through...

A night at the sleep lab...

A night at the sleep lab...  I spent last night at the sleep lab, inside the main hospital in Logan.  I didn't get a whole lot of sleep there, though.

I arrived at 8 pm dressed in my pajamas, as the instructions asked.  I had to buy a pair of pajamas for this purpose – I can't remember ever sleeping in pajamas before, so even just wearing them was strange.  Walking through the hospital parking lot in pajamas and slippers was also kind of weird.  I got lots of smiles on the way in; one couple asked me if I had just escaped from somewhere :)

Once in the sleep lab, Sage (the sleep technician) showed me into my own little room, like a miniature hotel room – a bed, closet, and private bathroom.  Then she started wiring me up.  This happened in two stages, and involved lots of wires.  She put electrodes all over my head and face, so that they could monitor eye movement, eyelids opening and closing, teeth grinding, mouth position, and brain activity.  Then there were electrodes on my chest for monitoring heart, and two straps around my chest to monitor breathing.  She strapped a microphone to my Adam's apple to record snoring.  Then she stuck an air flow and temperature sensor up my nose.  Finally there were more electrodes on my legs to monitor their movement.  In addition there was an infrared video camera filming my whole night, and a microphone recording any noise in the room.  By the time she was done, at 10:30, I was quite a sight (about like the fellow at right)!  All those wires led into a shoebox-sized junction box that contained a data concentrator; that was in turn connected to a data recorder that had a network interface.  All this stuff allowed Sage to sit in her monitoring room and see a great deal of information about me, all in real time.  All this was being recorded as well.

For the first part of the night, until 1 am, Sage collected data on my sleep.  I was able to go to sleep fairly quickly, and slept well until she had all the data she needed and woke me up for the second part.

That second part involved fitting a CPAP machine to me, and experimenting with different pressures to find the setting that would work best for me.  This is a special CPAP with the ability to have its pressure set remotely by Sage.  For this to work, I had to be asleep – and with this machine strapped to my face, making noises and shoving air into me, that wasn't happening.  I wasn't able to sleep more than 5 minutes for the rest of the night.  Sage was able to collect a small amount of data, but she's pretty sure she did not get enough for the doctor to set a pressure.  That means ... I'm almost certainly going to be told to go back for another night at the sleep lab.  This next visit will be all night with the CPAP machine, most likely on some kind of sleep medication so they can be sure to get their data.  Lovely.  Can't say I'm looking forward to that!

Also, after the not-so-pleasant experience last night with the CPAP machine I'm wondering whether the cure is worse than the problem.  That will be a topic for discussion with my doctor!