Maybe I was too hasty.

November 3, 2010 January 16, 2011

It’s too early to start singing “Spring has sprung”, but this weekend was enough to tempt fate. Warm, mild, and (dare I say it?) spring like, it was a weekend for dusting off patio furniture and planting primroses. And yes, Frank’s Nursery finally had a fine display of primroses this weekend. I bought twenty plants…

… a 13 year-old hispanic boy lost his life after being trapped in a house fire that maimed his brother and destroyed his family’s home. His mother found the courage to make an impossible decision under heart breaking conditions. Remember that boy today.

I got up an hour earlier than normal to study. I could use another couple of weeks to go over brand/generic names (we need to have well over 200 of the memorized, and since most are human-only drugs they are not in my previously acquired veterinary repertoire). We need to know legal history of pharmacology,…

I’m a little lost this weekend. It’s the same old New Year blues that hits me as predictably as the battery on my camera running out just before the cats do something that absolutely needs to be captured for posterity. This time of year is a beach fresh at low tide. The water has gone…

I’m sitting in a Barnes and Noble about an hour’s drive from where I live, proctoring three community college students who needed to take a test on Sunday. The community college’s test center is closed on Sundays, which left me in the happy situation of being able to earn $20/head for sitting around reading books…