Postcard from the Edge
As all good postcards do, this one arrives after the vacation is over:
As all good postcards do, this one arrives after the vacation is over:
My Christmas cactus is getting ready to bloom for Easter. I don’t know who is more confused, me or the cactus. In answer to one of yesterday’s comments, nope, I am not vaccinated against Q-fever. Coxiella burneti is on the chart, but isn’t too great a concern with the animals I work with, all of…
I downloaded the pictures from my digital camera to my computer last night, and picked a few for KfH’s fan club. The orientation of this first picture is absolutely correct – it’s the cat that is cockeyed. She’s discovered the part of my computer desk where the tower is supposed to go. I don’t keep…
The paracentesis went fairly straightforward yesterday. We only got around 3.1 liters this time; I can thank the new diuretic from preventing me from packing on too much water. I saw the nutritionist, who wants me to start increasing protein intake again. *sigh* First it’s eat a lot of protein, then eat sparingly, now eat…
Big City Hospital called me at about 3:30 this afternoon. As I may have previously related, I was expecting a call between 3:00 and 5:00 this afternoon to let me know when tomorrow I was scheduled for surgery. I was told I could be asked to report to the hospital any time between 5:45 am…
Those furrows you see dug into the ground coming from the old site and leading to here? Those are my heels, digging in and being dragged through the ether-field, showing the last of my remaining resistance in being brought over to the new site. My Salamander background is gone. My formatting is gone, and weird…
*sigh* One of the Chaplains from work called me again today. They’ve called once or twice a week since all this started. It makes me feel like a wretched liar, talking to them. Once again I was informed that everybody was praying for me. They keep asking if I want them to come out so…
Welcome back!
You are well. You are, presumably, happy. I am pleased. 🙂
It is good to hear from you.
I like the postcard. 🙂
Honey
OMG! Brice sent me the exact same postcard when he was in San Francisco two weeks ago. It is hanging on our fridge as I speak.
Glad you are home safe, I’ve missed you.
OMG!!! I was one hour north of San Francisco in Bodega Bay on that very day! We could have met, darn it!
<sigh>
~Cali
What did you find in the pools? Was the air sweet?
Welcome back Mlle. I’ll take the orange house. I always wants a house on a hill.
Come back to dd…I’m suffering withdrawals. I miss your witty outlook on life.
~QE
how cool!