I honest to God do not know how parents do it. I need to think three steps ahead of this creature at all times, and it still gets that fourth step ahead of me. The little creep.
No, Slipperperson, no sign of my license et al. And no, I won’t dumpster the kitten. My new plan is to attempt to sell her to the military as a prototype weapon of destruction. That way I can get big bucks for her.
Let the Army figure out how to control her.
The Walkathon for the American Cancer Society went well. I was lucky to have gotten the 2-4 a.m. shift since it poured rain on the people who were walking during the more “prime” times. I had 70 degrees, not real humid, candle-lit walking conditions that made the two hours go relatively quickly. I was able…
This has not been one of my better days. The paracentesis went poorly. They only got five and a quarter liters out of me, and the anesthetic block wore off before they were done. Dr. Liver tried to reposition the needle to get a better flow going, but it didn’t work and he had to…
The damned feet are still out there. So much to the lazy Salamander approach to dismembered clean-up.
If you’ve been following the Kitten from Hell saga since last August, you know that I obtained said Kitten from Hell for the express purpose of getting the Clueless Wonder a companion. CW is a cuddles cat. He wants to lap sit. He wants to watch television with you. He wants company to notice him….
I slept until ten o’clock this morning. It was a sound sleep, relatively uninterrupted, amounting in all to about ten hours worth. I’m sure the Ambien had a hand in that, but I’ve had insomniac nights even with the Ambien, so I suspect a good part of it was sheer exhaustion. I’d been sleeping like…
There’s a new Vorkosigan coming out tomorrow. I’ve heard at least one rumor that a major character dies. For what it’s worth. As for me, it’ll give me something to do while recovering from hand surgery, scheduled Wednesday.