That thing you lost? Be glad nobody peed on it.  If that was your job...thanks. Stay retired. 

Marci is seasonally depressed—or maybe it’s not the weather. Turi tries to be charitable. It does not go well. How to sabotage a talk show, AND a community chat board. Marci vs the Karens. A good dose of smug.

Both Marci and Turi are stuck in casts and splints. These present challenges. Marci cleans up at the wrong time. The goats go to war, and one now looks like Hell Boy.  Life on the soup plantation and the picky recipients of community largesse.  

The exhaustion that comes from knowing you will be exhausted. Gwyneth Paltrow's latest, according to Marci. Ick. 

Marci and I come up (accidentally) with innovations (or maybe not new--we haven't checked) in porn.  And the hospital gift shop--explored. 

This installment is EXACTLY what it sounds like: The animal population on Marci's property has suddenly expanded. If you don't like goats, skip this one.

When your local Little Free Library fills up with proselytizing books, what's left is to form your own religion. We do. What can go wrong if your private life gets ratted out by a bunch of "do- gooders?" Or, tap dancing at the gates of H__L.

Got any tips on navigating life with a cast? Eating is a special challenge. Marci thinks wearing a cast on your arm is like being pregnant. Marci gets schooled on AI and chatbots. The creepy and anonymous blog.

More arm-in-a-cast mishaps. The thing you leave undone, when everything else got done. Anti-Semitism and the cat scratching post. Provisions for life in a mountain cabin under five feet of snow.

Marci encourages Turi, who is learning (thanks to the cast on her dominant arm), to operate single handed. An extensive list of things she can't do, and how her left breast has a new function. Eating your own hair, and the ballet bun. Clothing for clumsy people.