The Letter, Part II

I can’t seem to shake this thing, whatever it is. I barely made it through the morning, and when my doctor’s office called to say they needed some bloodwork on me to day, I used it as an excuse to take the rest of the day off, even though I had plenty of time to…

Last evening was a madhouse. I didn’t get out of work until 4:30 for my 5:00 dentist appointment. Fortunately there was little traffic, so I wasn’t late. However…. My longer-time readers (you masochists know who you are) will recall my confession of several years back, when I made my first dental appointment in a long…

I made an eBay purchase on December 23rd. I made a rare exception to my ordinarily hard-and-fast rule of never to buy from anyone with any bad feedback, and purchased from someone who’d had problems historically but seemed to be doing OK now. I’m a realist, and I know there are some psycho-nut cases out…

Dear Diary is not a democracy. It is a free site run by two guys who have decided for whatever reasons to host a place where people can write journals. What they have essentially done is created a home in cyberspace and invited us to come inside and make a room for ourselves. If you…

I have some preliminary information back from the vet on the kitten. She was thirsty and ravenous, and has been tearing through all the food she’s been offered. I had requested they do an FIV/FeLV test on her, and she’s turned out to be negative for both diseases. A preliminary coag panel was also done…

It’s difficult to decide what to write about today. ~•~ There’s the case of the Mysterious Smoking Pan. The Professor wanted batter fried fish last night, which is something I know how to make on a theoretical level only. I grabbed the largest frying pan we had though, and set out to experiment, after warning…