If you can’t say anything nice,

then come on over here and sit by me. Yeah, OK, I stole it from Steel Magnolias, which probably stole it from somewhere else. It sounds like it should be a Dorothy Parkerism, but what do I know? I tried Googling it, and came up empty handed.

It seems my day to be ratting on people. I should have gotten at least a little pleasure out of it – one in particular has been a thorn in my side for years. Somehow I always come away from such situations feeling a little dirtier though. It doesn’t help that I told the truth, or at least the truth I experienced.

Not much news to report on this Tax Day. All my forms are in, all my refunds granted, all my debts paid. April 15th is a small personal holiday too, but I have so many of those that I doubt this one makes for interesting reading. The Socialist and I met face-to-face on this day a few years back for the first time. We met, we talked, we walked, we got rained on, we sized each other up, and didn’t immediately hate what we saw. As auspicious a start as any for a budding relationship.

My physical therapy evaluation went well today. My right arm still comes up weak, but is stronger than it was. The only consistent sign I have from the disc problem is numbness/tingling in my index finger and at the very tip of my middle finger. Since this is a major improvement over the I-want-to-die-right-now pain that I was having when all this first started some weeks ago, I’ll take it and be happy.

The Socialist and I have been talking about getting away for the Memorial Day Weekend, the first anniversary of my transplant. I’m looking into places to stay around the Finger Lakes region of New York. I’ve passed through there before, but haven’t spent any real time there. It’s New York’s wine region, more’s the pity, as I won’t be indulging in any of the taste testing possibilities. Hopefully I can find a place reasonably priced in the area.

Still working on my Peeps update. It’s turning into more of a project than I first realized it would. Sometimes I think I just go out of my way to make-work for myself, but then again, it beats going home and cleaning the bathrooms or other such nonsense.

I signed up for a writing class that starts in June and lasts eight weeks. This should be amusing.