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Nov. 16th, 2025 10:41 am Today's post brought to you by the letter "B," as in Benedryl.
Thank you, pharmaceutical industry, for an OTC remedy that really works on my allergic reactions. Something(s) bit the heck out of me, and my arm swelled up, turned dark red with some purple blotches, and it ITCHED. This is not the first time this has happened, but even though I've gone through Dr. Google before, I searched again on symptoms and came up with the same depressing answer: don't scratch the hives (nearly impossible) and take Benedryl.
The allergic reaction took me out of play for most of the week. No outside work meant I finished James by Percival Everett. The last time I recall reading either Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn would have been around the early seventies. I remember enjoying them, but it was so long ago that I'd forgotten most of their plots. Everett had a very good interview on Fresh Air some time back, good enough that I stuck the title into the "pick it up from the library if you see it" box. The plot is slow, the characters mostly sketches, and the story didn't find itself until late in the last third. I give it a C. Glad I read it; not glad enough to seek out the author's other books.
Still using "B" as guidance, I watched Boots this week on Netflix and really enjoyed it. I'm number forty-something on my library system's waitlist for the book version. The nineties songs used were the perfect soundtrack for each episode. Great characters with real motivations, protagonists with problems, everyone had a reason to be there. Who knew that the Marine Corps Boot Camp could be both funny and tragic?
Bread is the last "B." It's a race to find things to use up the last of the pears before they rot. Pear-rosemary bread is one of the few desserts that the WBH gets excited about. So, bread, lots of bread.
How's your life going?
Thank you, pharmaceutical industry, for an OTC remedy that really works on my allergic reactions. Something(s) bit the heck out of me, and my arm swelled up, turned dark red with some purple blotches, and it ITCHED. This is not the first time this has happened, but even though I've gone through Dr. Google before, I searched again on symptoms and came up with the same depressing answer: don't scratch the hives (nearly impossible) and take Benedryl.
The allergic reaction took me out of play for most of the week. No outside work meant I finished James by Percival Everett. The last time I recall reading either Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn would have been around the early seventies. I remember enjoying them, but it was so long ago that I'd forgotten most of their plots. Everett had a very good interview on Fresh Air some time back, good enough that I stuck the title into the "pick it up from the library if you see it" box. The plot is slow, the characters mostly sketches, and the story didn't find itself until late in the last third. I give it a C. Glad I read it; not glad enough to seek out the author's other books.
Still using "B" as guidance, I watched Boots this week on Netflix and really enjoyed it. I'm number forty-something on my library system's waitlist for the book version. The nineties songs used were the perfect soundtrack for each episode. Great characters with real motivations, protagonists with problems, everyone had a reason to be there. Who knew that the Marine Corps Boot Camp could be both funny and tragic?
Bread is the last "B." It's a race to find things to use up the last of the pears before they rot. Pear-rosemary bread is one of the few desserts that the WBH gets excited about. So, bread, lots of bread.
How's your life going?