Tuesday, June 30, 2015


I slept a lot better last night - a combo of Melatonin and exhaustion, I think. And it seemed somewhat cooler than the night before. Whatever the reason, I woke abruptly some time before midnight and fell back asleep immediately, and didn't move again until after 5 am. So I feel better this morning, not caught up - I hate to think what my sleep debt must be these days - but better. 

157.6 this morning; here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • the usual supplements
  • scrambled eggs
  • turkey sausage
  • almonds
  • pork creole (peppers, onions, tomatoes)
  • rice
  • fruit salad
  • a small scoop of chocolate ice cream
That was it. Definitely easier to eat close to boundaries on weekdays, because I can keep the nonsense (rice, ice cream) to a single meal. 

All that said, I'm a bit discombobulated today - managed to knock over my morning cup of tea in the bathroom - all over everything. And since we're not in our own house, I don't know where stuff is, and it took forever to get cleaned up. And then Lee couldn't find his phone, which he rather needs to drive to Texas. Not a good start to the day - he did find it, though.

Low-carb pizza for dinner tonight - I volunteered to make it so as to show Mom how it works. If they like it, I'll give her the recipe and instructions.

Don't know how sleep will go tonight, but if I have to choose, I'd prefer tonight to be bad, because I have to get up at 3 am on Thursday for my flight. I think I'll repeat the Melatonin both nights - my only option at the moment.

Monday, June 29, 2015


Bad weekend. 4 trips to restaurants, all involving Mexican food. My mother, with whom we are staying right now, does not cook Paleo or Low-Carb. Lots of stress. 158.2 this morning, and not at all surprised. Which confirms my folks' scale is correct - I guess that's a good thing.

I told Lee this morning that my number one criterion for a house as of today is that it is empty, preferably offering the option to rent it until the mortgage closes. My parents have no air conditioning in their house, and all bedrooms are on the second floor. House is constructed of bricks with a tile roof, both less than light colors, and it was a hot weekend. They've put a standalone a/c thingie in our room, which helps, but which is loud as all get out - worse than most cheap motel a/c units. Lee tried using a window-fan to draw cool air in, and that helped on Saturday night (I woke up cold at 4:30 am), but not last night at all. And I seem to be resuming a cycle of hot flashes. Because life isn't nearly annoying enough.

Suffice it to say that eating was crap all weekend. I think I'm going to try to redeem myself by fasting lunches during the week; can't think what else to do, honestly.

Realized yesterday that I screwed up my flight down for househunting this coming weekend - set it for Thursday instead of Friday. So I have to take a day of vacation or pay $400 extra to change it. Guess which option I went with? Maybe it will be better going early - farther away from the holiday, since the creeps of ISIS are threatening mayhem on the 4th.

We are entirely out of the house. Friday and Saturday were fairly brutal, but the truck is full and presumably headed south, and we have a minor trailer-load in my parents' basement. I really am grateful that they have room for us and offered it up; being grateful is just a bit of an effort until I can get some sleep.

So. 3-day workweek this week, unexpectedly. Lee will leave for Texas tomorrow, driving (I really hope not in my car, but I'm betting he'll want it).

Friday, June 26, 2015


I continue to like my parents' scale - 155.8 this morning. I like it, but I'm not sure I believe it. Heaven knows we're not eating particularly well right now. Here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • cheese
  • almonds
  • Skittles
  • Nasty strawberry-flavored frozen yogurt with strawberries, chocolate bits, and "whipped cream topping"
  • beef stew (probably with flour)
  • fruit salad
  • a glass of red wine
  • more cheese
I think that was it. We were packing last night and I ended up with a bad case of the shakes - possibly low blood sugar from eating sugar earlier. That's where the "more cheese" came from.

Sleep marginally better, I think. We're still experimenting. The movers are here today, and the trailer is due to be picked up at 8 pm. Once that's done, there will be some cleaning and gathering of stuff, and then life should calm down briefly. It won't be back to normal, but it will calm down. I'm looking forward to that almost as much as the return to normal.

Thursday, June 25, 2015


Another crazy day yesterday. As I mentioned in my previous post, it seems like I'm in a pattern of feeling pretty crappy every other day. And, true to the pattern, I feel fine today. Anyway, we have moved out of our house - it's no longer habitable. Not everything is packed yet - but we have to have everything packed that will go into the truck by noon tomorrow, and I think we'll make it, although it may be a long night tonight.

Working from "home" tomorrow - not entirely sure where that will be. But I think it will be our house, still. Maybe. Depends on what we get delivered to my folks' house tonight - basically, I'm working wherever our  wireless modem is.

156.0 this morning, according to my parents' scale. I think I rather like their scale. Here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • the usual supplements
  • scrambled eggs
  • turkey sausage
  • double quarter pounder with cheese, no bun
  • fries
  • a glass of red wine
  • a pork chop
  • salad
  • home-fried potatoes
  • apple sauce
I think that was it. I had to eat lunch yesterday, was hoping it would make me feel better. It didn't, really. But I made it through the day, and was able to pack last night - several boxes of kitchen stuff. Didn't make goal on the Fuel Band though.

Sleep was sketchy. Different bed, different room, different temperature. Toward 4, I think I had it pretty well figured out, though. Which is when the dogs started barking. Sigh. We will survive this.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Not sure what's going on with me right now. Since getting back from the cruise, I've been alternating, nearly every other day, between feeling pretty good and energetic (even with the cold), and feeling limp and foggy and "off". Today is one of the latter days. I tried eating lunch, thinking I might be hungry, and because dinner helped immensely on Monday. I'm reacting to the flour coating McDonalds' fries at the moment, but didn't get much of a bump from "#4" (double quarter pounder meal, no bun) otherwise.

I took some aspirin as well, after eating. It may have helped a little, but my overwhelming urge right now is to face-plant into something horizontal and sleep the afternoon away.



I thought I'd done this yesterday; apparently not. Yesterday I was 159.2 after a Monday that included eating 2 candy bars and a bag (the last one, thankfully) of trail mix. Stress, and a lot of it.

Today (no let up on the stress), I'm at 157.8. Which I think is reflective of reality, since I was at 157.6 on Sunday. Here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • the usual supplements
  • scrambled eggs
  • turkey sausage
  • almonds (probably 30-40)
  • steak
  • salad with vinaigrette
  • 2 squares of dark chocolate with almonds
  • more tea with cream
Not bad - much more like I would like to be eating all the time. Did it help with the stress? Probably not. Only finishing the move and being settled in the new house will help with that, I think. And it may take getting through that and through a job search down there before I am fully past it.

Pretty tired this morning - we worked until 9 last night on packing, and I got the dishes and glassware done. My parents are coming to help today, which I appreciate, but I wanted to make sure that I packed anything I'd be bummed about breaking, so that I would only be able to blame myself. There are still breakables to be packed, but they're things that wouldn't cause as much heartburn. It sucks to be a perfectionist like this sometimes.

Made goal on my FuelBand from all the packing. Also spent most of the evening in a clammy sweat - it's been super humid here this summer so far, and that means the swamp cooler is making the house more humid, not cooler. Annoying, for sure. Took 2 aspirin and a melatonin and crashed - a brief wakeup at midnight was my only disruption until after 5. Unfortunately, I think I need more sleep. Lots more. Very groggy this morning.

Monday, June 22, 2015


I feel like I got a night of serious sleep last night - and like it wasn't anywhere near enough. I used Benadryl, so I think it's a Benadryl hangover at the moment, but I'm just limp. Achy and tired from head to toe. I cannot focus my eyes, which is making it a touch difficult to write this, just saying.

158.8 this morning; was 157.6 yesterday but went on a potato chip bender in the afternoon that turned out to be dinner. Here's the day as I can recall it:
  • tea with cream
  • bacon
  • prime rib
  • green beans
  • a bit of quiche with no crust
  • caesar salad, no croutons
  • a few sausage links
  • the aforementioned potato chips
  • a slice of cheese (like for a sandwich)
  • more tea with cream
We went to brunch for Father's Day, since I'd had no mental wherewithal last week to even begin considering gifts. So that's where the real food items on the list came from. Other than brunch, we spent the day packing - and made good progress. I begin to see a faint light ahead. Which is a good thing, since the trailer thingie arrives on Thursday. Closing Friday, and we should be out of the house completely very shortly thereafter. 

I'm actually getting a little excited about this move. That's a really good thing, and kind of unexpected with the Houston destination, since it's not a place I ever thought I'd live, or want to. I have a flight down there on July 3rd (5:45 am, to boot), and our goal is to have something under contract by the time I fly back on Sunday.

We had a "hail and farewell" party on Saturday with all our near neighbors and the buyers, so that they could meet. I think it went well - and we actually ended up talking about Paleo; one of the neighborhood kids is interested in it.

Friday, June 19, 2015


I guess stress is working in my favor this week. 158.2 this morning. Either that, or I lost a bit of weight on the cruise, and am just getting the water off so that I can see the effects. I have ankles again at last, so I would say the water is gone. 

My eating is complete shit right now. Yesterday was a mix of cheese, fruit, peanuts, Nacho Cheese Doritos, and chocolate. Nothing even vaguely resembling a meal. I am just struggling to get sufficiently organized to eat at all; forget anything structured. Haven't eaten this morning yet, either - just lemon jello water and tea with cream. I know I need to eat better - but it's just way down on the scale of things right now.

Having said that, now I'm hungry. Not sure what I'll do about that.

Thursday, June 18, 2015


Apparently, losing about 3 pounds of water in 3 days on top of having a cold and taking sudafed and guaifenisin to keep from mucusing up, causes problems with one's electrolyte balance. I spent a good portion of last night dealing with horrible leg cramps - simultaneous shin and calf cramps in my left leg. As well, the dog was in and out several times - she was way out of blood sugar control, as I figured out this morning - so it wasn't a good night's sleep. She's at the vets now, and I'm working from home, having driven 78 miles to get my computer to do so. 

I want to scream and hit someone. It just feels as if the crazy will never end. And, until late tonight, it's just me dealing with it. I'm generally pretty good at coping with things, but I've hit my threshold, for sure, this time. I should have realized yesterday that we had a problem with the dog's glucose, and I was just so slammed by being sick and alone that I missed it. And if I dwell on the should-have aspect of it, that will just add more to the pile of crap I'm pushing up hill.

Okay, enough whining. I feel more normal this morning, cold-wise. 159.0 on the scale today as well, so that's 4 pounds total since I got home. All water. Trust me on this. And my ankles are still mildly puffy.

Here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • 4 pieces of low-carb-crust pizza
  • 2 pieces of cheddar
  • about 3/4 pound of grapes
  • the remains of a bag of tortilla chips
  • a tablespoon of honey (for coughing)
That was it. I've already started today out poorly - a bag of trail mix on the drive back from getting my laptop. Will have to work on improving it. Probably more cheese and fruit today. Something with ground beef for dinner - to eat something out of the freezer. I should probably go eat something and take some more sudafed and guaifenisin, to continue getting cleared up from this cold.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015


If I can survive today and tomorrow, I can work from home on Friday, and maybe get some rest. Except that Lee will be getting home on Friday, which means I'll be dealing with helping him unpack and managing the maids, the roto-rooter guy, and the guy doing the boiler.

I don't feel so good...

Actually, I really don't. Yesterday, I spent the day with a drippy nose and a lot of sneezing and coughing. By the time I got home, I just felt like crap. Went to bed before 8 with Alka-Seltzer cold and sinus PM, which eventually stopped the drippy nose and put me to sleep. But I don't feel much like I slept. And I feel sicker than I did yesterday morning - tired and achy and stuffed up and annoyed with life.

It's been 3-4 years since I last had a cold. I did think that Paleo eating was protecting me. I still do. But this past year, full of stress with a bad commute to a job that is not a good fit, the impending move, "that damn cruise", and everything else, overwhelmed the protection. If nothing else, my next job has to be less stressful. In some way. Maybe just one of the two stressors has to go away - because I suspect I'm still going to have a commute problem.

Anyway, 160.2 this morning. Feet are still a bit swollen, but I have ankle bones again, on both of them, and that's a huge improvement. I found some videos on DIY lymphatic massage yesterday and tried some of the techniques. Maybe that did it, or maybe it was drinking about 12 cups of tea through the day. Which I will probably do again today.

Here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • 3 pieces of cheese
  • lots of almonds
  • about 20 Tootsie Rolls (the little ones)
  • 4 pieces of low-carb crust pepperoni pizza
  • Cashews - less than a handful
I think that was it. Not very nutritious, and not enough to keep the Mucinex from causing stomach pain. I have the rest of the pizza with me today, and will be eating it to try to keep from burning my stomach today.  

I am so tired. 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015


Still fighting the cold. The elderberry extract, Vitamin D, and Mucinex stuff have changed its nature, though. Sunday, I had a raging sore throat and some general malaise. Yesterday, that vanished and I was a little hoarse but generally okay, as long as I kept taking meds. Today, I have itching - creating a dry cough and an urge to sneeze originating mostly in my throat, which is one weird sensation. Also a drippy nose. And my ears are a bit stuffed up.  Still, I feel better than I did Sunday, or yesterday morning.

Eating yesterday was wretched. Here's the breakdown:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • 3 packages of Kirkland trail mix (a total of 90 grams of carbs and 1200 calories)
  • a double quarter pounder with cheese, no bun
  • a bunch of grapes
  • more tea with cream
I wasn't interested in breakfast until after I got to work, so I ate what I had available. Not great, for sure - and the packages of trail mix are misleading, because they contain 2.5 servings, not 1. Creeps.

Went grocery shopping last night and I think I'm making pizza tonight. Haven't had one in a long time and it just sounds good. I have some cheese and almonds with me today and will be avoiding the trail mix, I think. I also bought some more grapes and strawberries.

My feet are slowly deflating from the trip. Down to 162.2 this morning, with more water left to lose. I opted for a skirt over jeans today, thinking it might be less likely to cut off the channels for losing the water. I hope so. A search for swollen left foot indicated I might have lymphedema, except the folks with that have something that seems permanent, and this comes and goes - and is much smaller than the pictures. 

Hoping to have a productive evening - yesterday was not. I need to distribute party invitations some more - and those are taking 15-20 minutes per house, unfortunately, because everyone wants to chat. And I need to pack. That's starting to feel extremely urgent.

Monday, June 15, 2015


Well, let's start with my current weight. 163.0, said the scale. Water, say I, since my toes look like tiny sausages stuck on an overinflated balloon.  All week, my feet and ankles - both of them - were swollen. Also, I just feel vaguely bloated. And I caught a cold. I also may have broken both little toes. It was a lovely trip (not). 

I ate pretty well on the ship (albeit 3 meals/day), less so on land after we docked. Fries and chips, mostly, the last 2 days. By then, I had a sore throat, and carbs/salt seemed to be the only thing that helped.

In general, the time onboard ship was okay. I like going to sea, but I think I'm kind of "over" the whole cruise-ship-vacation thing. Especially on that particular cruise line - they do what they do quite well, but I don't like what they do (i.e., pushing everyone to spend-spend-spend either in port or in their stupid onboard shops or via drink specials or bingo or gambling). The ports were interesting, because we hadn't been to any of them before. I found St. Thomas was my favorite, although I liked San Juan pretty well, too. Maybe because they're both US-affiliated - feel a bit more like home.

Got a TON of exercise in. I maintained a 10-day streak on my FuelBand. Even got it to register over 10,000 steps one day. Which was kind of crazy - it's never done that. My feet are quite sure that I did it, though. As were everyone else's wearable trackers - it became obvious during the week that FuelBand isn't very good at step tracking. Our cabins were so scattered around that a trip to see everyone nearly got me to goal every day. Also, we climbed a ton of stairs - only made maybe 4-5 elevator trips all told.

And I was exhausted and in pain a lot. I wish I weren't. But wishes aren't workouts, for sure, and I've done few of those of late.

Anyway, I think I'll let things settle for a few days before taking stock and deciding if I gained weight on the cruise or not. Or if I gained any muscle. And I'll be working a lot this week, packing, which may also add points - don't know if I'll sustain the streak or not, though.

Thursday, June 4, 2015


There will be no Friday. Not because the world's ending or anything like that, but we are leaving for the airport around 4 am, and that's not very conducive to blogging.

Better day yesterday. Pretty much ignored the prospect of moving and spent the day focusing on cruise prep. Which will be done tonight, one way or another. But the house is basically ready for the house sitter, I have a boarding group for the flight, and a bit of laundry to shift tonight before declaring victory. 

Last night I got a couple more boxes packed, and fell asleep quickly, shortly after 9. Woke up (for the day, unfortunately) at 3:15 when the dog started vomiting. After his second bout, I put the two throw rugs on to wash and read for a while. Some days, there's no point in trying to resist.

158.8 around 4 am. My ankles and feet are a bit swollen even this morning, so it's no doubt water. I do hope this cruise won't be like the last big family voyage, when I developed a gruesome case of cankles and had to have lymph drainage to get rid of them. Some of that was hormonal, I know, and we've had one or two cankle-free cruises since then.

Here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • no supplements
  • cheese
  • 2 packages of Kirklands trail mix
  • chips and salsa
  • 1/2 of a Ritter Sport milk-chocolate-and-hazelnut bar
  • more tea with cream (with magnesium and potassium)
That was it. Short list, but certainly not low-carb. Although the trail mix isn't that bad - 12 g per bag. Low Trace ketones at bedtime, too. This is the "try not to mess up too badly" period of life - I could be wrong, but I'm sort of thinking it might be easier to eat low carb on a cruise. Unless I do fries. Need to avoid fries.

Today is a similar eating pattern, though I'll try to avoid the chips tonight. Sleeping at my sister's house on a futon - at least, I hope I sleep. And getting up in time to leave at 4 am. Dinner with friends in Florida tomorrow night, and the cruise starts Saturday. With my stress levels below threshold, it's not seeming like "That Damn Cruise(tm)" at the moment - and that seems like a good thing.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015


Life is definitely a bit of a slog right now. I spent last evening getting pet-sitting instructions updated and clarified, including putting our entire schedule into a table indicating the times and dates it would be easiest to call my cellphone in case something should happen to the dogs. Then I created invitations for a party I'd rather not be throwing, and packed more books. Went to bed around 8:30 and was out cold by 9:00, I think. With the radio on. Without having pushed the sleep timer. So it ran all night. I was sporadically aware of it, but not so much as to wake up and turn it off or anything. I'm a bit tired. Discouraged mostly. The dogs are disturbed because life has gotten all weird. I am totally with them on that. I just want normal back.

158.6 this morning. Here's as much of yesterday as I can piece together:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • no supplements
  • a piece of cheese
  • almonds - probably about 20
  • M&Ms - a vending bag
  • Lay's potato chips - ditto
  • more cheese - a piece or two
  • salami - probably about 8-10 slices
  • a bag of Nacho Cheese doritos - smaller than the potato chips
  • a bunch of chocolate coconut almonds
That was it. Solid Trace ketones at bedtime, trending upward. No idea why, though. That was neither a low-carb nor a low-calorie day, really. Same start to today. I brought some of the trail mix into the office today, hoping to forestall another trip to the vending machine.

Tonight? A bit of laundry, taking out the trash, delivering the invitations to the party I don't want to throw, more packing of books, and maybe some objets d'art (or de kitsch, thinking what we have sitting around the house to be packed). Another night's un-restful sleep, no doubt.

More ugh.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015


Rough night last night. I woke up around 3:30 and started thinking about things that could still get in the way of this vacation I don't really want to go on. Don't, except that being at sea or on a Caribbean island sounds a lot better than hanging out here by myself with the dogs - which is where I'd end up if something should go wrong. 

More barriers to our move are falling down. Which is a good thing, but it's revealing some holes in the big cloud labeled "then a miracle occurs" that represents us buying a house so that we can actually move. Yesterday's barrier was that I will be staying with this job until Halloween, so we have a known salary to work with when getting a loan and I can take a little time to look around before grabbing the first thing with an income associated with it. Effing-Insane-Plan-B or not (that's the idea that we could live on Lee's retirement with a small enough mortgage payment), it's nice to have money coming in.

That's all well and good, but we're gone this and next weekend and the week in between, Lee won't be back until the 18th or 19th, and the 20th, we've tentatively scheduled a hail-and-farewell party with the neighbors (to which we have invited nobody and for which any arrangements will have to be made by me (and I really was hoping that we wouldn't end up having it)). So the earliest anyone could start househunting is the 27th, after we've closed. Nice and all that - no contingencies - but in the meantime, we'll be living at my folk's house, where the swamp cooler resides on a cart - it's going to be hot and uncomfortable. In addition, we're not sure we can leave the dogs with them and go down together, because the meds are freaking my Mom out too much. So one of us will have to go down and do a home-shopping blitz for a week (hopefully less) and try to get an expedited purchase done. 

Will I be able to put the burden down for a week and enjoy the cruise? I don't know. To top all this off, Lee's super scatter-brained right now. I'm starting to wonder if he really wanted to move at all - it feels like resistance, in a lot of ways. Oh, well. He kept saying he wanted to get out of here, and by gum he's getting out of here. Anyway, with him in that state, I feel like the pressure is on me to keep things together and on track. After work, and while he's off driving to and from Florida because he refuses to fly. And it's pissing me off, truly. Not a good state to be in, going into a vacation. Or anywhere.

159.0 this morning. Here's yesterday:
  • tea with cream
  • lemon jello water
  • no supplements
  • almonds throughout the day
  • a bag of Kirkland trail mix
  • Cobb salad with blue cheese dressing
  • more tea with cream
I think that was it. I was hungry in the afternoon - rather a lot, really - but the discussion of how we might practically house-hunt completely killed my appetite, and I had to fight to finish a fairly small salad. Trace ketones at night.

I just want this to be done, to get back to normal. To wake up on a Saturday with nothing to do except maybe sew something, or go grocery shopping. And as things stand, that won't happen until this fall.


Monday, June 1, 2015


Spent the weekend doing minor touch-up painting, caulking, and packing. Ate a lot in a snacky sort of way. Friday tripped off a giant bolus of stress because the house inspection took over 3 hours and I was supposed to stay away the entire time, which coincided with time to feed the dogs and a chunk of my workday (which was conducted from Starbucks). And we were quite sure it would result in some sort of sale-blocking repairs being requested, and after being put out that long, also quite sure that we were going to say "No" to all of them.

159.6 this morning, but yesterday was 157.8, so no idea what's truth.

Stress continues apace. First, the inspection produced nothing significant for us to do, so the sale is a "go" from that standpoint. However, we're now in the throes of cruise stuff, and no sooner did Lee announce (yesterday) that he was planning to drive my car to Florida and back than it popped a "Check engine" light (this morning). We've just spent the last hour arranging for diagnostics for it and a rental car for him so he can get various things done while it sits at the shop all day (and we hope that's all that's needed). Guarantee it's something to do with emissions. Big walloping so what. But one must check.

In the meantime, my sister's husband spent most of the weekend in the hospital with a staph infection in his knee, and this morning, Mom broke a tooth.

"Damn Cruise" indeed. Not sure we should be getting on the ship, honestly. This seems like a lot of messages saying "don't go".

On the move front, I think we are now moving to Houston instead of anywhere on the east coast. No, seriously. I can't say that it will still be Houston when we get home from the "Damn Cruise" (assuming the ship doesn't go down with all hands). But at the moment, that's what we've settled on. Better houses for the money, possible job for Lee, lots of jobs I could do, and closer to here should we need to make a mad dash back for some family emergency. Also close to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras stuff. So, on a practical level, quite the best decision. And I'm cool with it - weirdly, I don't seem to care much where we go at this point. Which is so not me. All I do care is that we pick somewhere and stick with it long enough to actually get through moving there, so I can plan.

Slept like a log last night, for about 7-1/2-8 hours. Starting shortly after 8 pm. The dog wanted out at 11:30ish and I let her out, but I may not have actually awakened in the process. I was really tired. Packed 20 boxes of books yesterday, and helped restack the garage contents to provide space for the house-sitter to park in. 

Just checked the weather for next week for all our port visits, and see no sign of tropical storm "damn cruise" coming, although there have been hints on the Gulf Coast Tropical Outlook Facebook feed that I've been following for several years. Maybe that's one thing off the list of crap to worry about. It'd be nice, for sure.

Fasting breakfast - just not interested right now. I have eaten some almonds. Probably will have more.

I do hope things calm down soon. I also think they're not bloody likely to.