Slipperman! Not again!

These blaggards have just ruined all my anticipated fun. There is no way in hell I ever anticipated a response from them. I was looking forward to emailing them daily, with the missives getting progressively more off-the-wall and tongue-in-cheek. I was going to eventually collect them all, create a book, sell it to a top-line…

A small grey kitten, its head twisted nearly one-hundred and eighty degrees, with its forehead pressed against my chest. Heavy, gurgly purrs while I stratch that spot under the chin that is so awkwardly presented for attention. Eight little talons on her back-legs, giving her the assurance she needs that she isn’t going to slip…

I found out Tuesday that my MELD score remains 18. My doctor has upped my coumadin dosage again, in another attempt to bring my score a bit up. I spoke to the transplant coordinator at the Big City Hospital to get my score, and during the conversation she indicated that she felt it was important…

So, it’s time to take stock of the situation a bit. With the divorce finalized, I need to start figuring out where I go from here. – I am not getting married again. Emphatically not. I told the Professor this long before he moved from California to be with me. He was upset at the…

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One of the great signs of spring made its appearance in my area last week. It’s my favorite sign of spring, as a matter of fact. Yeah, crocuses and daffodils and robins and new green leaves are very nice. Potholes emerging on busy streets, with victimized hubcaps strewn haphazardly along the side of the road…