Following the fad: franny’s test

Yesterday was March 3, 2003. 03/03/03. There’s a certain aesthetic pleasure in the date, even if it is totally devoid of significance. Well, perhaps it isn’t totally insignificant. It was the fourth anniversary of my employment here. The anniversary passed without any acknowledgement whatsoever; no surprise since no one was even here. What is surprising…

I can only assume that you have not been following the Kitten from Hell Saga since it began in August of last year. The last five months have been devoted to an ongoing struggle for me to out-think this kitten. It isn’t even easy to predict her next targets. She has figured out how to…

As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours. She’s breaking my heart.

of Salamanders often go astray. No, I didn’t make it to the gym last night. Not my fault. The Professor (who, it must be said, did a fair amount erranding yesterday, getting the apartment situation straightened out and picking up my freshly cleaned camera) informed me when I got home that he hadn’t gotten around…

I had a good physical therapy session today. During my neck strengthening exercises I found the “sweet spot’, an exact position that, if I hold my neck in it, gets rid of all of the pain and most of the pins and needles. This is a major step – now that we’ve found the position…

So here we go. Another woebegone orphan entry, devoid of context, with no promise of a more prompt follow-up. Europe was great. We drove a lot, saw Nice, stayed in Barcelona, ate well, drank too much (on my liver, anything is too much, and I definitely surpassed that limit). My really good digital camera decided…