So I got up yesterday morning and staggered off to McDonald's, because hey, I had to go to the store anyway, I was out of Kleenex.

I did my regular routine of ordering a sausage biscuit, sending it back because they put egg on it, then sending it back again because they put cheese on it (ah, tradition), then tottered off to the store.

I got the dry cat food and the good kind of Kleenex with the lotion in it that I needed to survive, and a lemon blueberry muffin mix the idea of which just about made my eyes pop out of my head (what is this brand, Krusteaz? It's never appeared in my store before, but suddenly it's all over the baking aisle), and I decided to grab some Jax, but Jax there was none!

"How can there be no Jax," I thought, "I'm sick!"

Then I found a bag, hiding behind the potato chips. Of course it was there, why would it not be? I mean, I wanted it, therefor it was there. My sense of entitlement is pretty robust during ordinary time, but when I'm sick or it's my birthday, it goes off the charts.

Then I went home and blew my nose and made the muffins and listened to Paul Clayton's Whaling and Sailing Songs while Weehawken High's astoundingly bad marching band practiced in the ball field outside my window.

An almost perfect way to spend a Saturday, except for the whole being sick thing. And even that was okay. And yes, the lemon blueberry muffins were great. I mean honestly, why has no-one thought of this before? Lemon! Blueberry! Muffins!

So, I'm finally reading Elizabeth's journal!

She was probably the one at JournalCon that I was most embarrassed not to be reading, because I have met her several times, I always like her, and she's friends with all of my friends, and honestly I've always meant to read her so I finally started this week, not minding a whit that in this entry she says that she doesn't really read me. No, no, I'm alright, don't worry about me. Sniff. Although notice that in this entry she mentions the Profit episodes that she was going to give me that I no longer believe exist.

Anyway it's really good! I know that looks as though I am surprised, but honestly, it's just enthusiasm. The funny thing, though, is the tattoo talk.

She first mentions it here, which is May 1999. She thought about maybe getting a sunflower here, June '99. She decided that it should be a cross here, and particularly chose the celtic cross here, July '99.

When did she get the tattoo? Why in October '01! (see here) Nobody could accuse Elizabeth of being overly impulsive, that's for certain! And I do find it funny that I got a tattoo at the same time and I got the sunflower that she decided against. It's the circle of life, baby.

Pardon me, I think I'm still a little delirious with illness.

Do you know, I keep forgetting to tell the best thing about my tattoo, and it's something that I didn't even think of when I got it in the first place.

You see, I have two other back tattoos, one on the back of each shoulder, and they always were two separate things, completely unrelated, just some words here and some words here, but when I got the new one at the nape of my neck, everything changed.

I was looking at my back in the mirror (well, with two mirrors, not being an owl), and I saw that the new tattoo brings my back together, because it makes the other two tattoos into two points of a triangle with the sunflower at the third point. Now my back is one thing, it has one picture, not three unrelated ones.

And I didn't even want it at the nape of my neck, I wanted it on my lower back, and I wanted it bigger, but this ended up being the right tattoo in the right place.

Today's horoscope:
Both children and spouse require attention today--or your inner child and a close friend. Create ways for everyone to feel special.

One year ago today:
Still life with cat and colander.

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