There were power struggles in my youth to do with cigarettes: I refused to wash the ashtrays (the worst stink in the world are wet ashes). And if Mom walked into one of our bedrooms with a cigarette in her hand it didn't work to ask her not to smoke in our rooms. She would answer "it's my house." She wore large opaque blinders as far as smoking all of her life. When emergency surgery was required to replace arteries from her abdomen to her legs "because her toes were tingling" she never said why. It wasn't until years later I discovered a description of Buerger's Disease that I realized how total her blindness was to this thing that we all hated. She never admitted that smoking was the cause or what the disease was. She quit smoking then but never said why, and still defended it the rest of her life. She was a really smart creative woman, but that addiction robbed her of what friends and family wanted for her, a healthy long life. And when I'm at a new doctor's office and if they ask if I smoke or ever smoked, I answer that I never smoked but I lived with a heavy smoker for 19 years.

On a different note, I see that Flickr, the photo storage and sharing site that used to belong to Yahoo but now belongs to SmugMug, will limit the number of free photos in storage to 1000. I'm sure I have more than that, so much decide which photo site I want to use and pay for. I have storage at Microsoft's OneDrive, but it doesn't share as nicely as Flickr does.

Liquid diet today, leading up to the evening "prep" for tomorrow's colonoscopy. I will be so glad to put this behind me (pardon that pun!)