Big Yellow Taxi

It seems like there should be so much to write now, but in reality my days are all much the same. I get up, take my pills, force myself to eat, watch television, take more pills, force myself to eat, watch more television, take more pills, force myself to eat, watch more television, take more…

[Current musical accompaniment: a very jazzed up “Jingle Bells”] *sigh* I can’t call him “O’Beast” anymore. He’s still the “Clueless Wonder”. And Cattitude goes back to Cattitude. The Kitten from Hell has grown out of her kittenhood. The Socialist lovingly calls her the Little Grey Shit, but I don’t think I’ll use that. Grey Menace…

Friday. Was there ever a word with such a mellow, soothing sound? Say it slowly, drawing out that first syllable. Friiiiiii – day. Was there ever a day so concerned with your well-being? Friday. I day. My day. This is not a Monday moan-day, or a Tuesday used-day. Yeah, Sunday may be fun-day, and Saturday…

Had my first appointment with the orthopedist Tuesday. He ordered new radiographs and then told me that it wasn’t the medial malleolus that was broken – it was the distal tibia re-broken. Although he can’t say for sure that I didn’t knock a wee chip off the medial as well. Keeping it short and sweet,…

Yeah, I know. Another test. This one is really good though. I got it from Nova’s Diary. She says to email it to people, but I don’t do mass e-mails (too close to spam-mail for my taste), so I figured I’d promote it here instead. Here’s an interesting psychology-type test. Give it a try, and…

1) I was given a nice bottle of California Merlot for Christmas. Merlot is not my favorite, though I will drink it happily when it is a gift. I have discovered that a generous wedge of lime squeezed into a glass of Merlot miraculously turns it into something that rather transcends description. Of course, it…