Just shoot me.

(Feel free to sing title to the tune of “When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano”.) I remarked to the Prof several times this summer that with the old oak gone out front (see entry from January 17, 2011: Like An Oak On The Wire regarding that sad day) the squirrels on our property seemed…

OK, I’m still talking to the cats, but they aren’t talking back yet, so I figure I’m sane enough. I’ve done four more DVD’s since I last updated: “The Ice Storm” (absolutely excellent and why did I wait so long to rent this?), “Seabiscuit” (OK, but way too long), “Pirates of the Caribbean” (also way…

Even as I type this, The Prof is walking into his big three hour interview. This is the second interview for a job he really wants – tenure track for full professorship at a local college in their math department. He has to give a mock class to the members of the math department on…

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These cramps are getting annoying. Without warning, my fingers or toes lock up. If it’s my hand, for some reason it’s nearly always the middle finger of my right hand, locked straight and stiff, as though my body were flipping me off. I was trying to read tonight, but holding the book caused me to…

Well, The Architect leaves today to return to San Fran. Ironically, I think I enjoyed his visit more than The Professor did. It rather complicated things that the visit coincided with The Prof’s first days working full-time at the college. The Prof was a little displeased last night because the Architect wanted us to meet…