Me too, Slipperperson.

One hundred and thirty-five thousand names. Over forty-four September 11ths in the space of less than two-and-a-half hours. Americans think that September 11th shook the world. The “Christmas earthquake” did shake the world. And yet we remain USA-centric, even to the point of calling this the “Christmas earthquake.” It might have still been Christmas in…

mille : a thousand. millies milies : a thousand times. My thousandth entry, and the best I can do is wonder why one thousand isn’t called “one million” since “mille” is Latin for “a thousand”. I tried to look up the etymology of million on Google to find out why it’s called that, but all…

The check-up at Big City Hosptial wasn’t nearly as comprehensive as last year’s, thought there’s a few things they want me to follow up with on my own. They want a more recent MRI on my liver than last summer’s, and I’m supposed to round up a nutritionist for myself to talk to. There was…

You know, I’m getting tired of reading my own entries. Maybe I should save time and simply cut-and-paste yesterday’s entry into today’s time slot. I did get a call from the younger sister, who wanted to know if she could be of any help (unpacking, grocery shopping, whatever) this weekend. There really isn’t all that…

The Professor has gotten full time employment for the fall semester. There’s no guarantee that the college won’t bump him back to part time come the Spring semester, but the fact that they asked him for this semester was a great (and needed) ego boost to him. Things have been tight for him financially, and…

The weekend went quickly, and I’ve little to show for its passing. Saturday I spent three hours at a local pet center, trying to raise funds for the local cat shelter I’m becoming involved with. It was a slow day, and I don’t think we earned that much cash, although I suppose anything is better…