DEAR HARRIETTE: I am at my wits' end. My husband is a pot smoker. That is not news. But ever since quarantine started two years ago and we found ourselves at home all day together, he has smoked pot nearly every day -- morning, noon and night. It is no longer recreational. There seems to be a permanent waft of pot smoke going through our apartment, and I can't stand it. I work all day at my computer. The last thing I want to smell is weed as I'm pitching to clients. He is barely working and sits around watching YouTube all day and puffing. I have asked him not to smoke all day, to make sure he lights a candle before he smokes and basically to be more courteous. He just gets mad. We do not have a backyard, so whenever he smokes, the stinky cloud wafts through our whole apartment. I'm sick of it. What can I do? - Pot-Free Zone
In all areas of life, it is difficult to have the best of both worlds. But in today’s society many people want the good in something but are not willing to take any of the bad that might come along with it.
Dear Doctors: My uncle had been feeling nauseous, so he saw his doctor. He figured it was a stomach bug. After getting an MRI, he was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer. He died just two months later. Needless to say, our family is in shock. Is this cancer always so dangerous? Why is it so hard to diagnose?
U.S. Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen told the media that for the “desired effects” to lower U.S. inflation, it was worth considering taking steps to reduce the tariffs on Chinese goods.
The New York Times reported that on Jan. 8, 2021, the House Republican leader, Kevin McCarthy, told colleagues that President Trump’s behavior during the storming of the United States Capitol two days earlier had been “atrocious and totally wrong.” He even suggested Trump might resign and added, “I’ve had it with this guy,” wrote the Times.
One was gracious, the other garrulous. One was severe, the other soft. One was rail-thin; the other carried a spare tire around his waist. One never touched alcohol; one was a prodigious drinker. One was a Mormon, the other a Catholic. One spent his adult life in the cold winds off the Wasatch Mountains, the other in the warm tides of the Gulf Stream. One was Coolidge-reticent in his speech, the other Churchill-voluble in speech. One earned pocket money by delivering the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette newspaper on frosty mornings; the other came from a family where newspapermen were in their pocket – and, in some cases, in their pay.
DEAR HARRIETTE: A few years back, I went on a number of dates with a man, but it didn't turn into anything. We remained friends on social media, but we stopped communicating directly. I found out he was engaged about a year ago and congratulated him. Since that interaction, he has reached out to me a number of times to ask if we can speak on the phone or meet up for drinks. I always say no, but he's been persistent. I don't know his fiancee, but should I tell her about these interactions? I would want someone to tell me if my fiance were trying to meet up with women from his past. -Crossing the Line