Nun gets all the things.

In the last forty-eight hours I have

1. gotten my tax refund! It's now banked for either
   1. another maternal emergency, which I don't anticipate,
   2. buying a house, or
   3. Dr. Faceknife.
2. bought a ticket to next month's Torture Garden.
3. ordered cash £££ from my bank. Yeah, I could have done it there, but I'd rather have it ready. Also, credit card interest rates. Boy howdy, the pound sterling has taken a beating since Brexit.
4. ordered bike tubes, which I turned out not to need immediately. The leak I thought I had... went away?
5. been to see my new doctor, henceforth to be known as Dr. Funnyname. He seems like a level-headed and forthright guy. He used words that trans people dread: "You'll have to educate me" about hormones. He did, however, say he knows other doctors who have trans patients and he'd talk to them. Hey, at least he's honest and not a transphobe. The non-physicians who work in that practice give off a gay vibe, and he was recommended by Capitol Hill Medical, which is super out and proud.