When I look at the cost of our daughter's hospitalization, along with the ER & ambulance bill, I am so grateful for the health insurance we get through Eric's job. But however grateful I am, I do not look forward to paying our portion.
I'm officially transitioning from baker to pastry chef. It may seem an abstract difference, but I feel gratified and respected, and I like about the fact that there's a tinge of affirmative action in play. It's kinda crap that historically women belonged in the kitchen, but only men were good enough to go pro. Further good news in comments.
Another weekend where it's stupid o'clock in the morning here and I'm trying to hold conversations with people in America and Thailand. Things would be a hell of a lot simpler if we all lived on the same O'Neill cylinder.
My project manager bought assorted chili peppers at a market at lunch today. As the afternoon wore on he gave in to temptation and sampled a few. The first was a Padron; reasonably hot according to him. The second was a Christmas Bell; quite sweet apparently.