Why I didn’t bother updating today:

to Salamander’s humble diary “The View from Under My Rock” is TraumaMama911. For this achievement, I’m afraid there’s no prize what-so-ever, but I’ll see if I can’t fix that for the next time. Thanks to everyone for playing, and stay tuned for our next winner at level 5000.

Well, another day, another paracentesis. This one was a little rougher than most. I was on the table for a little over two hours – the block wears off in about half an hour, so it got a bit uncomfortable. I was making jokes that I should come with a warning label “Caution: Contents under…

Cat from Hell met up with her first up close and personal encounter with Nature this evening. I knew something was wrong when she wouldn’t respond to the call of the dinner bowl. Investigation revealed a Cat too engrossed at the balcony door to be willing to break her rapt gaze for something as mundane…

Crap. I have to face the mystery package in about two hours. (See entry from two days ago Guilt from the past. if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) I know it’s just guilt, but I’m starting to feel very uneasy about this. I especially don’t want to have to open this package in…

I seldom remember dreams, but when I do, they’re doozies. The Socialist and I had just moved into a new apartment. The earliest part of my dream I remember is walking about the new place after we’d unpacked everything and all had been put away. The place had the feel of an old house that…

The Little Kiln’s First Run After weeks of reading up on how to do it, I’m running my first batch anneal this afternoon. The reason to batch anneal is to prevent fractures resulting from micro-cracks related to rapid cooling. I’ve been using hot-mats to cool my beads in, which is sufficient to prevent major cracks…