Doesn't that sound sort of like the four color map theorem?  I'm a map guy, but it's not that.  It's just another triple B thing, sort of like the Big Beautiful Bill problem but on a somewhat smaller scale and affecting a few million fewer folks.  And four?  I've taken to thinking of as my personal 3B moment: three bad brains and one good one.  Here's how I explained it to two close friends when I accidently left open a post yesterday published it because of a technical issue between B2 and B3, and then forgot to unpublish it because of a pure B3 feature, one of oh so many that sprang up suddenly starting about four days ago: 

AAbout that email just now and that posted / unposted Marx thing you wondered about yesterday.  Just so you don’t worry about me, here’s the scoop  I’ve started to think of my three brain problem:

First, there’s the real one, which because of the cortisone is suddenly going berserk.  More on that one in a minute, because it’s WAY more interesting than the other two.

Thrn there’s the poor old iPad that’s not what it’s cracked up to be because the brain 1 problem  dropped him on the tile floor.  The screens a goner, but it turns out his brain is fading too - it’d data can’t get backed up to the cloud, I can’t get there either to do things like use websites in coffee shops.  On the other hand it can get to the hotspot on our phone so I can send emails or start posts like I did and got interrupted yesterday.  Wierd, but there the poor guy lies.

And then there’s bad brain number three, the brand new IPad, that Rachael walked down to the Apple Store yesterday with while I rambled away with the brain 1 problem.  She came back, we got it activated, we restored not from  the cloud because my latest nonsense can’t get there, but by chatting through the hotspot.  That works great and G3's got a full brain but now but there’s a technical glitch - for reasons I can guess at but aren’t worth going into here, now it’s the brand new iPad that's  temporarily a smart brick that can’t talk to anyone - can’t send E-mails, can’t get to the news or CycleBlaze and so on.  So in the meantime there’s really no point in using it and here it sits until one of us probably walks all three pads up to the Apple Store and asks them to please fix.

In the meantime, there’s the one well-functioning brain in the mix: Rachael’s iPad.  Which is why folks have been seen comments appearing to be from her but are really mine because B1 is too lazy to take a minute to look up my CycleBlaze password and toggle over to my own logon.

But anyway, now that I think it's really a 5 B problem because there's a fifth B that really should be brought in here

1. Scott's irl brain 
2. Scott's new ipad
3. Scott's old iPad 
4. Rocky's iPad 
5. Scott's irl body

 So whats with item 5?  At the moment I'm assuming but poor Rocky hopes but is frankly too exhausted by recent events to be certain or think calmly and what's going on - she'd just like some semblance of her normal life back.  Because this is just like Bari, wheee , almost exactly like when we flew to Bari half a year ago, andjust wants her life back soon like the chaos when we flew to Bari a few months ago, or even when we were just of hospital  about a half year ago.  On the  other hand she's just a bit concerned - well, nearly scared to death because I've always been a bit off to one edge or another and she's hoping something like a more 'normal' Scott will walk in the door some day soon - real soon.

Actually that's my hope too but my thinking is that B#3 and B#5 are related and are currently under threat by the that's also been my certain life safe saver, Prednisone.  But it's also a potential or maybe even certain long term threat, menace, destroyer of life, prednisone dreams.

Thanks, Prednizone!  You're a life saver and left the team three good eys, rather than the 0-2 spit we were worried about.

No thanks, Prednisone, you’re a riot but you’re slaying me!

SOTD: Three Blind Mice, by Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers.