Sophie and I were doing our suburban consumer duty, waiting in the checkout line at Costco to spend the package we haven't been stimulated by yet, talking about the meds I'm taking and getting my blood tested all the time, and the meds She Who Must has to take, and how much they cost, blah, blah, blah. We're not obsessed or anything...we'd just hit the Costco pharmacy, so it was topical. OK, maybe we're obsessed. I'd just pointed out that the Coumadin that I'm on isn't *like* rat poison, it actually *is* ra
Sophie: That totally SUCKS, Dad. How can you take that every day? It would freak me out.
Me: Yeah, as you get older, there's more and more stuff that you have to just deal with and try not to think about...