Am I the only one

I love frogs! These little frogs are grass-green colored, usually with a creamy colored line running from the jaw along the flanks. Males make a really loud noise thats a bit like quacking, which is sometimes known as a “rain call” because they tend to make a lot of noise before rains, but which can…

Yesterday I thought that I was reconciled to the fact that I was going to have to wait for Dr. Liver to get back to me regarding my MELD score. Yeasterday I really believed I was prepared to be patient, and wait for The Powers That Be look at my files and figure out what’s…

my world had not yet been turned on its ear. Pardon this entry. It is the maudlin musings that have been dwelling and building deep within me for a year now. I try not to let them out to exercise too often. But today, this once, I will allow them to taste the air and…

Actually, I wanted to say “Free to Good Home”, but that’s too long for the Title Display. The little shit has gone and done it again. I got up this morning, did the usual morning things, and then reached for my wallet and card case. The wallet was right where I left it last night….

It’s harder to make out, but the two linear squiggles at 11 and 1 o’clock are blue crayon shavings edge-on. That makes it the Little Black Shit’s crappola. I’m surprised that there is so little hair in this sample. LBlS was the cat, you’ll recall, who had major surgery last May, for The Mother of…

It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. – Ann Beattie I’ve been lodged on hangnail mode for months now, maybe since I was laid off. Part of me…