Conjugation

Yesterday, as you’ll remember, I included the following malapropism from an Amazon review of a camp shower: “When ever we left the water up to warm up, the squirrels would conjugate around it.” Last night, the person pictured below asked me to make a drawing of it.

So here ya go, Lulu:

Also last night, I had the loveliest video chat with my Chico clan. Eleni attempted Molly’s feat with her feet.

And Ember, in a rare appearance, made an array of silly faces…

… and also played with phone filters.

Because of my constantly burning mouth, I’ve been going through endless tubes of lip balm, requiring that I order an entire case of it (at vast expense, because it’s a hippie organic kind) only to be told this morning by my dentist that I shouldn’t be using that type. Stupid. Maybe I should get a couple wooden crates and set up a hippie organic lip balm stand on my street corner.

Kaiser gave me a consultation appointment with their maxillofacial surgery department but said I can’t go to the one in Oakland or Richmond, but instead must schlepp all the way to South Sacramento over 1.5 hours away, and not until the second week in October. Double-stupid. (I know this stuff is boring to you—sorry—but it’s helpful for me to have an easily accessible chronology here.)