Pains and tweets

Still no second flood—hooray.

Yesterday I received a package from Amazon. It's a cushion I ordered to sit on, specially designed to alleviate and prevent tailbone pain. I sit so much for work and leisure that I was starting to have that—a real pain in the a**, har har. The cushion has that little notch cut out so that when you sit on it, your tailbone is above empty space and so has no pressure to make it start aching. I don't find these kinds of cushions attractive. That little cutout notch seems to announce, "Here's where your butt crack goes," which I feel is ungenteel. But comfort before fashion for me. It also acts as kind of a booster seat and puts me at a better angle to my keyboard, I think, So, all kinds of advantages.

Now I'm going to listen to my favorite podcast, The Rest Is History. I like the banter of the two British hosts, as well as hearing about their topics. They also each have a Twitter account and the show itself has a Twitter account, so I re-opened my Twitter account after having shut it down a few years ago. Twitter can become a depressing place. But I just follow these guys and their show and a few family members.