Menus from hell: Can’t receive faxes. Can send. Spent an hour trying to troubleshoot. Turns out that buried deep in a multi-nested menu system is a setting that blocks faxes where caller ID isn’t showing. Sigh. Since most companies in Israel use switchboards that block caller ID, this is not a smart default! Still, this is what we call a cockpit error (i.e., the pilot’s fault, not the plane’s). Color me stupid.
Nadine fresses on treif: Yes, it is that pork-flavored medical food from the vet that she seems to like. Warm, mind you. Girl is now eating a few tiny portions a day and seems to be OK. I no longer risk cutting my hand on her backbones while patting her! She scores a heat-able gel pack (microwavable heating pad) for Hanukkah, while Terri gets a fleece-lined raincoat (which she tried out yesterday in the rain).
Happy Hanukkah! I eat my annual soufgania and feel ill. Why do I do this every year? It is a horrible compulsion. The greasy, sugary mess always sits in my stomach like a rock, yet the next year I feel compelled to do the same thing again. It is said that we celebrate the miracle of the small jar of oil that lasted for eight days by eating deep-fried food that sits in our guts for eight days… But if anyone wants to share a healthy recipe for latkes (there are baked versions instead of fried), be my guest.