The easiest way is to let the inimitable Anna Russel tell you all about it.
Last night, I emailed the VA to ask if there were any test results yet from my biopsy Friday. I went to bed at 2 a.m. After I took my meds at 9 o’clock this morning, I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke up at 4 pm this afternoon. I booted up the computer and found I had a message.
“Your biopsy report was given to *******, NP, this morning. She is
seeing scheduled patients, but I will let her know your are inquiring about
your results and will give her your message regarding the concerns you are
having. Thank you.”
Did anybody from the VA call me or try to get in contact with me, or leave me another email Wednesday?
If you do the math, 2 a.m. to 9 a.m. is 7 hours, 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. is another 7 hours.
A knitting needle is not among the choice of murder weapons available in the game of Clue, but then, we did do it in the Library tonight — our knitting group routinely meets in the meeting room in a branch of our local city library. Only tonight, there was a sign on the door of the room we usually meet in that read:
“Knitters are meeting in juvenile fiction tonight.”
Since we do not pay to use the room, we get bumped when there are paying customers. Not sure who it was who bumped us tonight, but when that happens we meet in the library proper (in the juvenile fiction section, oddly enough). Tonight, we had three regulars, a second-timer, a newbie, eight Brownies and four troop leaders. The Brownies (Girl Scouts in the making) were about 7 or 8 years old. They had decided they were going to learn to knit and/or crochet. Let’s just say some of them were more motivated than others. One of our regulars is a southpaw, so it fell to the other two of us to instruct — and the other lady had sprained her right thumb rather badly and had a ginormous brace on it. Since I’m a switch hitter and can both knit and crochet, I got the lion’s share of the teaching duty.
In other news, my sink disposal unit was acting up the other day. In my experience the first stage of troubleshooting such problems is: When you flip the switch, does nothing happen or does it buzz at you? If you flip the switch and nothing happened, then you find the reset button on the bottom of the unit and press it. If that doesn’t work, it’s broke and needs to be fixed/replaced. If it just buzzes at you, that means it’s “bound down” and you need to take a special Allen wrench that is provided by the manufacturer and loosen a hex nut on the underside of the unit. Typically, when a plumber installs a disposal, the Allen wrench that comes with it ends up in the plumber’s toolbox. . .
Because of all the plumbing issues I had in the apartment, I got to know the main handymen, and they got to know that I was a Toolbelt Diva. About the second time my disposal “bound down” and one of them had to come over to loosen the nut back up, they just gave me the Allen wrench and showed me where the nut was. The Allen wrench went into my tool box . . . where it still was the other day when the disposal here got “bound down.” A small matter of popping out to my toolbox in the garage, getting the wrench and loosening the nut. Took five minutes, max, and beats the heck out of paying a plumber $60 or $70 bucks to come out and do it.
When I came back from getting my biopsy Friday, my “check tires” light was lit on my car. I couldn’t see that any of the tires was visibly low, but I just knew when I went out Saturday to check again, I’d have a flat tire. Nope. When I checked Saturday, I still couldn’t tell that any of the tires were low on air. Before I went to knitting group, I went to mom’s to help her put Christmas decorations back up in the attic and to change out a light bulb for her in this one fixture she has a hard time getting the cover off of. When I set off for her house, the “check tire” light was still lit. Unfortunately, I do not have a tire pressure gauge (I should probably get one) and it was too late in the afternoon to make it to the oil change place (where they also check tires) before they closed. I was thinking I’d need to make a trip out Wednesday to get that seen to, but when I got into my car at my mom’s house to go to knitting group, the tire pressure light did not light up. Don’t know why. It’s mysterious.
You could call it superstition, but I’m watchful of my mindset when I’m knitting things that are to go to other people. If I’m listening to music, I choose peaceful, restful music. If I’m watching TV, I choose the knitting project that will fit with the subject matter of the program or choose the program that is compatible with the piece. I try to think how a piece might best meet the need it’s intended to for as well as what color(s) and design(s) might be appropriate to that person. (A braided cable for a dear friend trying to deal with moving on after the unexpected and sudden death of his partner of 30 years, a twisted cable for strengthening and anchoring for a lady doing what is traditionally a man’s job. . .) It’s why I stringently resist knitting for hire. It puts my head in a not-good place and bad vibes get knitted into the thing. Before you scoff at me for getting all hippy-dippy, consider this. The idea of intention and how it affects the end product is such a pervasive one across so many human cultures, there must be something to it. What goes around comes around.
Putting the markers at either end of the right side on the shawls I’m working on has done the trick. I can’t put them on the needles between stitches, though because of the increases (two stitches every other row), so I have to hook them into the knitting itself. And I have to keep moving them up, which makes them progress markers in a way. I’ll be just knitting along and then realize the markers are about 5 or 6 rows below the row I’m working on and I have to stop and move them up. The yarn I’m using is the so-called “self striping” kind — the yarn color is variegated according to a specific color palette — and the length of yarn between color changes is fairly constant as near as I can tell, so the width of the stripe changes as the number of stitches on the needle increases, and that changes the pattern of color in subtle ways. It’s about 30 inches across now, but it has quite a way to go yet. I’ll work on this one til the end of the ball, and then I’ll work on the other one for a while. I bought a set of ChiaoGoo US10 (6.0 mm) needles in the 60-inch length especially for this project.
Each shawl uses 8 skeins of yarn. The yarn comes in those stupid pull-skeins, which I always promptly wind into a ball. Some people just love the pull skeins, but they drive me crazy. They’re too light and tend to get dragged toward you when you pull on them, and when you get down towards the end of the skein they have a nasty habit of imploding into a big tangle, and then you have to stop and untangle the mess. A ball in a bowl works for me. The ball unrolls smoothly out of the bowl and helps me keep an even tension I have these two bowls just alike that I bought at Pier 1. They’re just the right size and I like the pretty design. I have one on my computer desk and one on the reader’s table in the living room.
Lunch was a sandwich made on “English toasting” bread which was, oddly enough, lightly toasted. It had morselized bits of chicken in between two slices of Muenster cheese, melted in the microwave. (Yesterday I had some Muenster cheese melted over a slice of bacon on a piece of toasted ciabatta bread!) I had a can of Mandarin orange slices on the side, which I ate juice and all. I’m allergic to “regular” oranges, but I can eat the “Mandarin” (satsuma) orange just fine. One of my mother’s brothers, HJ, used to grow them. I have happy childhood memories of going to the bus station to get a large cardboard box full of satsumas that uncle H had shipped up to his baby sister, and of there being satsuma seeds, veins and peels in every ash tray in the house for at least a week afterward (my dad smoked at that time, a bad habit he brought home from WWII). Those oranges were such a treat. (One time he came to visit with a suitcase full of purple-hulled pea pods from his garden. Mom passed out bowls and paper sacks and we shelled peas and visited.)
Frankly, I wish the orange grove was still there, but he got too old to work it any more, and sold the land. It was right in the middle of prime real estate by then as Pearland grew out around his property. They bulldozed all his orange trees. That old road paved with crushed shell is all gone now, as are all the little wood frame houses up and down it where my relatives lived. It’s Yost Boulevard now, and there’s million-dollar homes (above) where his orange grove used to be. Sigh.
It was a fine needle biopsy, of just the one lymph node, and no big deal. I am minus two tiny snibbits of tissue and got a yellow left armpit from the betadine scrub and a Band-Aid out of the deal. To be truthful, the stick from the local anesthesia injection was the worst bit and it was no worse than a flu shot.
The weather was uncooperative. We got our snow in the morning, such as there was of it, but the roads were pretty clear and not icy to speak of and at least the drivers I encountered were driving in a safe and sane manner. Usually, snow means Demolition Derby Day in these parts, and I suspect that the worst drivers are the ones that attend our local university — and classes don’t start for another two weeks.
Did not get my “man cowl” finished in time to wear, but I had another one I could use — and did — and was, oh, so grateful for it. The temperature was in the teens, but the wind (10-15 mph/16-24 kph) chill factor vacillated between 6 F (-14.4 C) and 0 F (-17.7 C). I know there are large parts of the country who would be delighted to trade us for our current weather, but I remind them, we don’t get this kind of weather often, and when we do, we simply do not have the infrastructure in place to cope with it. The people here don’t know how to deal with it, drive in it or dress for it — assuming they even have appropriate clothing available. Fortunately, I have lived in more northerly climes and I know how to layer. I had my cowl to pull up over my nose and the hood of my nice warm coat between my ears, nose and the wind-chill, unlike the other two people who joined me in the waiting room. The older woman at least had a hat, a long wool coat and a scarf, but the twenty-something girl had on a short jean jacket and didn’t even have a hat.
I was so very fortunate to find a parking space in the back row of the closest lot to the entrance, so I only had to hike about 60 yards to get inside the building. The footing was pretty stable — the snow had not had time to compact or freeze and I was wearing my “running shoes”/trainers so had good traction. They had already sanded the walkway by the time I got there. I had to hike three times as far inside the building to get to where I needed to go. Because I didn’t take a book or knitting, I had to wait almost 45 minutes before they came and got me. Still, it didn’t take long to do the deed, and I was out of there and driving off by noon.
I did go out of my way to go to another store than the one I’d planned to go to, but it was a bigger store and had a bigger selection of tea, increasing my chances of finding what I wanted — which I did. And it really wasn’t all that far out of my way.
Beetil (my 2015 Toyota Corolla) has an anti-skid braking system which I hadn’t had cause to use before, so I was a bit surprised when it kicked in the first time. Of course, I quickly realized what had happened and adjusted my driving accordingly. Newton’s laws are called “laws” for a reason. . . Break one and you will be punished, summarily and immediately.
I got home right at 12:30 with my two boxes of Tazo Chai. Knowing my mom, I checked my land line — to see I had a message from my mom who had called at 12:27 — so I called her to let her know that I was home safely and hardly the worse for wear. I puttered for a few minutes, then did the sensible thing. I went to bed. I had a good long snooze on my freshly washed (and warm) bed linens. At about 6 pm, I got up and made a sandwich with toast and little bites of chicken nestled in between melted slices of cheddar cheese. Nums! Then I lay in the bed and read for a while (stopped at page 429 of a 1178-page whopper — actually three books in one volume), had another little nap, and finally got up at 11 p.m.
It’s 11 F (-11.6 C) at the moment, but Saturday’s high is forecast to be 40 F (4.44 C), so whatever snow (I doubt we even got an inch all told) is left will be gone by Saturday evening.
Passing this along to show what “thunderstorm” means out here in the flatlands. This is what our infrastructure is designed to cope with.
A new year. New projects. New challenges. I began the second Malguri Morning shawl on the agenda in the same Loops & Threads Charisma but in the color “Northern Lights.” I’ve got enough yarn in that color to make a third shawl (for myself) in the same pattern. I like the blues/purple/black color combination. Not my favorite green, though. Those are my new US10(6.00 mm) 32-inch ChiaoGoo Red Lace needles I’m using to knit it, which I really like. I’ve got a US10 (6.00 mm) 40-inch pair of them which are supposed to be here by tomorrow evening. I think I will be gradually acquiring more of these needles in different sizes to replace my bamboo needles. I like the way the ChiaoGoo’s feel and the way they handle. The cord between the needles does not kink or !sproing! like the nylon cord does, even when it’s cold.
I made a very obvious mistake on the first Malguri Morning shawl owing to not paying attention to what was supposed to happen at the end of a row, didn’t catch it for about three inches and had to fix it. Ripping out and reknitting about 8 rows of what eventually ends up being fifteen or so stitches on one edge beats ripping out eight rows of the whole thing, but it’s tricky because of the increases that happen every other row with this pattern. But I got it fixed. I need to put some stitch markers on it at each end to mark the right side, as a visual cue to remind me what happens when. I put some on the one I just started and that has helped a great deal. This one is “resting” now while I work on the other one a while. The yarn on both these shawls is what is called “self striping” and I like the color combinations. The Loops & Threads Charisma yarn has such a soft, snuggly “hand.”
I had yarn left over from knitting DK’s Christmas cowl, one of which is a medium:4 weight Caron Simply Soft black yarn which I “double stranded” together with the Lion Brand Homespun “Shaker” which is a bulky:5 weight. I like the color combination — ecru, tan brown, and light grey, with the strand of solid black — and I like that the Caron yarn “fills in the chinks” in the Homespun yarn. I’m making a plain, simple “man cowl” (nothing but k1, p1 ribbing) for myself out of it. I’m going to try to get it finished tonight, because I’m going to need it in the morning as the forecast is for 1-2 inches of snow tomorrow afternoon. Naturally, I have to get out in it.
It seems that not only did I flunk my mammogram, I’ve flunked my ultrasound as well and they want to do a biopsy of the lymph nodes in my armpit. (Not borrowing trouble by worrying what this may reveal. The time to worry is when you have something to worry about.) I am assuming it will only be on the left side, but it’s at 10 o’clock tomorrow and I’m driving myself. I called to see what was going to be involved and I don’t have to be fasting or anything as it’s going to be under local anesthesia. Now that I have Beetil, who has an automatic transmission, driving one handed will not be a problem. I drive a block and a half up my street to a traffic lighted intersection, turn onto a “main drag,” which takes me all the way across town. I turn off that street at another traffic lighted intersection to the street which goes in front of the hospital. From there, it’s just a question of maneuvering through the parking lots and a short hike to the hospital itself. Pretty much a straight shot there and back.
I am going to have to make a stop on my way home to get a couple of boxes of Tazo Chai, as I have 80% of an open bottle of the crème brûlée flavor coffee creamer but only two bags of Tazo Chai left and no Earl Grey. I’ve got enough Irish Breakfast and English Breakfast tea to last til I buy groceries again, but I need to use up the coffee creamer as it has been opened. The grocery store is on the main drag and won’t be a problem getting in and out of. Once I get done at the hospital, get my tea and get back home, I’m not stirring outside until next week. Me and the fat(cat)boy are going to hunker down, wrap up and stay warm.
We’re in for a really cold spell during the next couple of days. As I mentioned, we’re expecting snow tomorrow, as much as 1-2 inches possible. Tonight’s low 13 F (-10.5 C) and tomorrow’s high is only going to be 23 F (-5 C), but they’re talking wind chill of 6 F (-14 C) so I need to check the pockets of my heavy coat for gloves. If there’s not a pair already there, I know where I have another pair. By Tuesday, though, it’ll be back up in the 70’s F (21+ C) for daytime highs and not get below freezing at night all the rest of the week. Only thing on the calendar for next week is knitting group Tuesday night. I’ll see how I feel.
I’ve gotten the wash out of the dryer and have hung up what needs to be hung before it wrinkles. Now I’ve got to take my shower and wash my hair. Then I’ll strip my bed and start a load of sheets, towels and the clothes I’m wearing. Then when the second load of laundry is done, I’ll make my bed with clean sheets, and I’ll have my laundry all done. It’ll take my hair hours to dry, and I can sit and knit while that’s happening.
I slept most of the day (I try to fight my body’s natural tendency toward keeping a “night owl” schedule, but it’s an uphill fight.), so the night is still young. I’ve noticed I don’t wake up so often during sleep now that I have that new “side-sleeper” pillow — I’ve gone from waking up every couple of hours to sleeping five and six hours at a stretch before I surface to snorkel, drowse, decide if I need to get up or not, see how close it is to 9 a.m. and decide if there’s enough time to resubmerge into sleep or whether I’ll just lie there and read for a while till the alarm goes off.
Anticipating I won’t get much done tomorrow once I get home. I may read, or watch some TV, or I may just crash out and try to sleep. Don’t know that I’ll get much knitting done. We’ll see.
1. A Conspiracy of Kings, Whalen Turner, Megan (reread)
125. The King of Attolia, Whalen Turner, Megan (reread)
124. The Queen of Attolia, Whalen Turner, Megan (reread)
123. The Thief, Whalen Turner, Megan (reread)
122. Dead Man’s Reach, Jackson, D. B.
121. Beacon 23, Howey, Hugh
120. Castles in the Air, Wynn Jones, Diana (reread)
119. A Night in the Lonesome October, Zelazny, Roger (reread)
118. Kitty and the Midnight Hour, Vaughn, Carrie
117. The House of Many Ways, Wynn Jones, Diana (reread)
116. Howl’s Moving Castle, Wynn Jones, Diana (reread)
115. Monstress Volume 1: The Awakening, Lieu, Marjorie and Takeda, Sana.
114. The Quiet Music of Gently Falling Snow, Morris, Jackie
113. The Song of the Golden Hare, Morris, Jackie
112. Rimrunners, Cherryh, C. J. (re-reread)
111. Finity’s End, Cherryh, C. J. (re-reread)
110. Downbelow Station, Cherryh, C. J. (re-reread)
109. 40,000 In Gehenna, Cherryh, C. J. (re-reread)
108. Visitor, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
107. Tracker, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
106. Peacemaker, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
105. Protector, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
104. Intruder, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
103. Betrayer, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
102. Deceiver, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
101. Conspirator, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
100. Deliverer, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
99. Pretender, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
98. Destroyer, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
97. Explorer, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
96. Defender, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
95. Precursor, Cherryh, C. J. (Foreigner series, re-reread)
94. Inheritor, C. J. Cherryh (re-…reread)
93. Invader, C. J. Cherryh (re-…reread)
92. Foreigner, C. J. Cherryh (re-…reread)
91. *Once Broken Faith, McGuire, Seanan
90. Old Man’s War, Scalzi, John
89. Book of Enchantments, Wrede, Patricia (re-read)
88. Talking to Dragons, Wrede, Patricia (re-read)
87. Calling on Dragons, Wrede, Patricia (re-read)
86. Searching for Dragons, Wrede, Patricia (re-read)
85. Dealing with Dragons, Wrede, Patricia (re-read)
84. *The Escapement of Blackledge, Kowal, Mary Robinette (Novella)
83. *A Red-Rose Chain, McGuire, Seanan
82. *The Winter Long, McGuire, Seanan (re-read)
81. *Chimes at Midnight, McGuire, Seanan (re-re-read)
80. *Ashes of Honor, McGuire, Seanan (re-re-read)
79. *One Salt Sea, McGuire, Seanan (re-re-read)
78. *Late Eclipses, McGuire, Seanan (re-re-read)
77. *An Artificial Night, McGuire, Seanan (re-re-read)
76. *Forbid The Sea, McGuire, Seanan (novelette)
75. *No Sooner Met, McGuire, Seanan (novellette)
74. *In Sea-Salt Tears, McGuire, Seanan (novellette)
73. *A Local Habitation, McGuire, Seanan (re-re-read)
72. *Rosemary and Rue, McGuire, Seanan (re-re-read)
71. *Sleeping with the Enemy, Lee, Sharon and Miller, Steve
70. *Heaps of Pearls, Seanan McGuire (novellette)
69. *Full of Briars, McGuire, Seanan (novelette)
68. *Book of Iron, Bear, Elizabeth
67. *Werehunter, Lackey, Mercedes
66. *Dreams of Distant Shores, McKillip, Patricia
65. *The ‘Geisters, Nickle, David
64. *Across the Wall, Nix, Garth
63. *Lirael, Nix, Garth
62. *Sabriel, Nix, Garth
61. *The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories, Clarke, Susanna
60. *Against a Brightening Sky, Moyer, Jaime Lee
59. *A Barricade in Hell, Moyer, Jaime Lee
58. *Delia’s Shadow, Moyer, Jaime Lee
57. *The Lady Astronaut of Mars, Kowal, Mary Robinette (novelette)
56. Engine Summer, Crowley, John
55. Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, Clarke, Susanna
54. Flying in Place, Palwick, Susan
53. *Alliance of Equals, Lee, Sharon and Miller, Steve
52. The Book of Life, Harkness, Deborah
51. Shadows of Night, Harkness, Deborah
50. A Discovery of Witches, Harkness, Deborah
49. Visitor, Cherryh, C. J.
48. *Dragon Bones, Briggs, Patricia
47. Chanur’s Legacy, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
46. Chanur’s Homecoming, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
45. The Kif Strike Back, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
44. Chanur’s Venture, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
43. Pride of Chanur, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
42. When Falcons Fall, Harris, C. S.
41. A Liaden Univrse Constellation, Vol 3, Lee, Sharon and Miller, Steve (reread)
40. A Liaden Univrse Constellation, Vol 2, Lee, Sharon and Miller, Steve (reread)
39. A Liaden Univrse Constellation, Vol 1, Lee, Sharon and Miller, Steve (reread)
38. Only Forward, Smith, Michael Marshall
37. Tracker, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
36. Peacemaker, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
35. Protector, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
34. Intruder, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
33. Betrayer, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
32. Deceiver, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
31. Conspirator, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
30. Deliverer, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
29. Pretender, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
28. Destroyer, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
27. Explorer, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
26. Defender, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
25. Precursor, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
24. Inheritor, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
23. Invader, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
22. Foreigner, Cherryh, C. J. (reread)
21. *Bone Shop, T. A. Pratt (reread)
20. *Midsummer Night, Warrington, Frieda
19. *Crawling Between Heaven and Earth, Hoyt, Sarah D.
18. The Last Palladin, Bryan, Kathleen
17. The Dark Side of the Earth, Bester, Alfred
16. The Man in the Picture, Hill, Susan
15. Hexwood, Jones, Diana Wynn
14. *Imago, Butler, Octavia E.
13. *Adulthood Rites, Butler, Octavia E.
12. *Dawn, Butler, Octavia E.
11. The Sandman: Overture, Gaiman, Neil (graphic novel)
10. The Golden Rose, Bryan, Kathleen
9. *Tower of Thorns, Marillier, Juliet
8. *Three Men in a Boat, Jerome, Jerome K.
7. The Serpent and the Rose, Bryan, Kathleen
6. Who Buries the Dead, Harris, C.S. (reread)
5. Why Kings Confess, Harris, C.S. (reread)
4. What Darkness Brings, Harris, C.S. (reread)
3. When Maidens Mourn, Harris, C.S. (reread)
2. Where Shadows Dance, Harris, C.S. (reread)
1. What Remains of Heaven, Harris, C.S. (reread)
On silent feet, the furry folk arrive,
Leave paw prints all across my days,
Scatter catnaps in my sunshine places.
Oh, how their presence graces me.
Quicker than a winking eye, as agile as a smile,
they stalk the pathways of my heart
And what great emptiness they leave behind
When it is time for them to go.
This poem was written in 2011 in memoriam for she whom Bear always referred to as The Complaint Department, (Maeve 1994-2011) but I’m reposting it here as the first post of the new year as a toast to all those absent friends, mine and yours, who are waiting for us to join them on the far side of the Rainbow Bridge.
I went behind the drapes to get some yarn out of my yarn stash and realized that the fat(cat)boy’s Littermaid had no lights on. I checked to see if it was plugged firmly into the socket, tried to turn it off and on, and then saw this >>>. The reason the Littermaid wasn’t working was because the little schmoe had chewed the Littermaid’s power cord practically in two.
Fortunately, I am a packrat. I’ve had multiple Littermaids over the years and in the process I accumulated an extra power cord, which I had squirreled away, so I didn’t have to track one down and order it and wait for it to get here (scooping the while). After I got the Littermaid plugged back in and operational again, I taped the cord firmly to the wall and baseboard with clear packing tape. Hopefully, he won’t try to chew on the part of the cord that comes out from the transformer, which does protrude invitingly. Now that I think about it, I may need to tape down the cord to his pet fountain, while I’m deterring the behavior. . . .
I swear, one of these days the little dweeb is going to chew through a cord and fry his little gizzard. I’m surprised he hasn’t done it already.