Waiting for Santa

To my small but highly select group of regular readers, I pass on this email I received from Christine Lavin’s mailing list. From: Christine Lavin ([email protected]) Sent: Sun 4/03/11 2:56 PM Today is Ervin Drake’s 92nd birthday — please send him a birthday wish for tomorrow’s gathering at Cast Party ……………………………………………………………………………….. Ervin Drake wrote “It…

“Never a lip is curved with pain That can’t be kissed into smiles again.”—Bret Harte “Bullshit. Kiss this!”—Salamander I thought Bret Harte was supposed to have hung out with Mark Twain. If so, none of that wonderful acerbic wit rubbed off. I got to see my physical therapist this morning. Let’s call him Adonis. Just…

Yup, it’s about the dishes again. Hopefully this pitiful saga is reaching a resolution. The Professor swore he was going to be better about the dishes after the shattered plates incident. I know I’m ruining the surprise ending by saying this, but like a fool I took him at his word. Last night I made…

I had dinner with the guy who works in my MIS department and his wife last night. They’re fun people, and I had a good time. I suspect it was a “pity dinner” on their part; they see me as a lost waif with no life outside the office. This made it hard, since I…

Yesterday at work the nausea became so overwhelming that I had to leave early. That’s the first time I’ve had to leave work ill since all of this started, and I’m annoyed at myself for having ruined a perfect track record there. When I started doing my afternoon visits to the departments that I collect…

Yup, it’s three in the bloody a.m. and I’m awake. Again. The novelty has worn off of this insomnia. As soon as I give up on sleep and leave the bedroom, the kitten is by my side. The other two cats know I’m awake, but could care less. They will take advantage of it come…