One Bite at a Time

Early Thursday morning my mom had a spontaneous coronary artery dissection and was rushed to the ER. They just did a catheter procedure to confirm the cause of her chest pain. The dissection is almost certainly related to her Ehlers-Danlos, for which she just had a valve replacement last year. She and Henry and I all have similar issues, and he has the exact same valve issue. This is all a bit overwhelming.

Someone on Threads was asking if 20 bottles of wine was enough for a 25-person dinner party and my initial reaction was “that’s a lot of wine!” From what I’ve read, a bottle usually holds 4-5 glasses. So 20 bottles would provide roughly 90 glasses, enough for each person to have 3-4 glasses of wine with dinner.

I’ve never been into sports and have in fact had pretty strong negative associations with all of them. My dad was sports-obsessed in a way that destroyed the mood in the whole house any time things went differently from how he’d hoped. My first long term serious boyfriend was in college to become a sportscaster and he was even worse about it somehow. We were long distance, and many of our precious visits were ruined because his team lost. Just ridiculous.

Regarding Graham Platner: it was obvious that guy was a piece of shit from the tattoo thing alone, and I cannot believe people let it slide. For comparison, my redneck ex-husband with no college degree and zero political aspirations covered up the old Dixie flag tattoo he got when he was a dirtbag teenage drug addict as soon as he could afford to.

Y'all don't crucify me, but I'm re-reading A Wrinkle in Time for the first time since childhood and is it...kind of...not very good?