KfH and the Monster Bag: Picture

I’d say it was a good weekend, all in all. I spent Saturday with Dr. Twenty Cats, Sunday with the Socialist. But it’s Monday, so I spent quality time with my desk and my paperwork today. Oh well. Only five days till the weekend. Keeping up with the news has ceased to be a healthy…

My transplant coordinator called this morning, said she’d gotten through to the cutaneous T-cell lymphoma (which I am here-ever-after calling CTCL because writing it out is too damned much work) expert and that I should expect a call from him today. Sure enough, at 6:30 this evening he called. He said he’d gotten all kinds…

Of COURSE laughter is denial. It’s spitting into the wind because you’re sure that you can duck faster than Fate blows. It’s tickling the belly of a cat who hates its belly tickled because *this* time she might realize she likes being tickled. Laughter is walking right up to the edge of the cliff because…

A final thought, in magnetic poetry: sun warmed black and white diamondeyes of grass and moonlightyou are the universe in one tiny measurehow is it none will take you home

“It’s not an age – it’s a speed limit.” – My friend, Dr.Something-Less-Than-Twenty-Cats, after she reached a similar milestone not all that long ago. Had a doctor appointment in the Big Shitty this morning for a post-op check. I passed with flying colors, but they’ve flagged me from driving for another two freaking weeks. We’ll…

Joshua Tree National Park, Thursday afternoon, August 28th. I know you are supposed to start a story at the beginning, but sometimes the end is as good a place to start as any. Our last day of vacation in California before heading home was spent in one of the Socialist’s and my favorite places, Joshua…