National Day of Mourning

Last night The Professor, The Architect and I went out to dinner at a local Indian restaurant. The Architect happened to mention a show he heard on PBR regarding advances in Alzheimer’s research that showed promise. The research involved the use of vaccinations to help people develop antibodies against the amyloid plaques that Alzheimer’s victims…

Hey, that rhymes! Wowie! You are Redensek! You are techy yet cute, and pretty much all around cool. Everyone loves you! You’re fun, popular, and can mold yourself to fit right in to any situation.

I get home. The puddles of cat barf are missing. Yay! Then The Professor tells me in detail how Warrior Princess only got sick twice last night, both times in the hallway, and how he cleaned up right away. I let him tell me twice, and then asked “So you didn’t have to clean any…

This morning I beat the alarm clock by about thirty seconds. Got up, fed the Warrior Princess in the master bathroom, fed the kitten in the main bathroom. Too many cats, too many special diets. Went out to the kitchen to give the Clueless Wonder his breakfast. Was greeted by two of my Pfaltzcraft plates…

The little hellion made it through the night just fine. In fact, the goddamnedkitten didn’t even vomit once. Not only that, but just before I went to bed I found her up on the kitchen counters again, scouting about where the cookies had been cooling, looking for another tidbit. Sympathy and guilt gave way to…

I did a little IP checking – you were number 16,000. If I can figure out an appropriate prize, I’ll send it your way. Anyhow, enough with the family history. We are who we are, and we each deal with it our own separate ways. I really don’t write in this journal for an opportunity…