I had a horrible night. I set the alarm for 1pm and turned the light off at 5am. I slept only a bit because Junie started waking me up all night. When the alarm went off, I gave her the pill, hoping that would stop her, but no, she continued to bother me. This time she kept sprawling on the top of the side of my chest, and she's too heavy for me for that.
I finally got up at 4:30pm and took the DVD to the post office and had dinner at Chili's. I had the house salad with a half-order of Texas Cheese Fries (didn't finish those) and the salad reminded me of how my mother had her salads all those years ago. Back when I was a kid, so in the 50s and 60s, entree salads didn't usually have chicken tenders and so forth on them, they were just general salad things. Mother always had them without dressing because Dad always yelled at her about how she needed to lose weight. She was a bit plump, but salad dressing wouldn't have made much difference. In fact, when she gave up on Dad being reasonable, she started coming home from school and going to bed to work on her students' papers and other school things. She'd have me bring her dry toast, a hard-boiled egg, and some fruit most nights, and she never lost weight.
The FDA is considering a longer-lasting pill like Plan B, it's called Ella, and as before, lots of people think it's really abortion. The WashPost has a non-scientific online poll that has a massive preference to make the pill legal.
