I had a little bit too much fun last week, thanks to my little sister syndrome. It happens sometimes.

I might have been a little mean in my jokes with my occupational therapist intern Courtney, even though I adore her (sorry, Courtney).

I did the same thing to the website trolls, writing something that I knew would trigger them. Mention "fur babies," et al., and one particular person takes that sweet, innocent expression used by millions of people who treat their animals as family rather than property as advocating bestiality (seriously???).

Talk about Pride Month and treating the LGBTQ community with the same respect given to straight people (along with the same rights, as well as the privilege of a good lettin' alone that most of us take for granted), and you get rubbish about being compelled by law to use preferred pronouns (you're not, and, as one commenter said, "OMG, not pronouns!"), something about focus groups, and J.K. Rowling, none of which were mentioned, lacking relevance to the column.

Yep, this little sister who misses her brother who died from covid complications, as well as the one currently going through health struggles of his own, sometimes has to bleed off a little of that energy she would use on them. I'd........

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