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My little grey Nimrod is starting to hone her hunting skills on something other than the other cats. Monday she discovered spiders. Some poor dumb arachnid apparently found its way into our kitchen from the great outdoors, and Kitten, attracted by the motion of something small and black on the floor, had to investigate. Following…
OK, my area of the building is male dominated. There are two of us double-X genotype types over here. The Mouth and me. So if there’s a problem in the lady’s room, and I didn’t do it, the cast of culprits is pretty narrow. You have to understand that I use the term “Lady’s Room”…
Unexpected, this. In flux things are. From the highest level change comes. And like any situation where a boulder is dropped from the highest level, it’s the people on the lower levels that have a tendency to be squooshed. My job description will be changing. I don’t know to what, though. That, apparently, is still…
I had a mostly finished bottle of Soave Bolla hanging around. I killed that. It didn’t quite dull things enough so I hit the half bottle of Fume Blanc handing around in the fridge. That seems to have taken the edge off. I am reduced that that which I scorned.
I guess it’s like Gremlins. Don’t get them wet. The new sofa and loveseat arrived … not only on time, but ten minutes early. Warrior Princess has taken to it. Clueless Wonder wanders hopelessly around it, looking for his old, familiar territory. Sorry babe, gotta go with progress. ACfH is locked in the bathroom so…
Today if you touch me, I bleed. If my skin were any thinner, it would probably simply sublimate from my body. As it is, my nerves are exposed, and motes of dust set off pain as though I’d been hit with a hammer. I am tired of the endless debate on what the U.S.’s response…
Awwwww….sorry to hear the pain is still bad.I am sure a trip to California will help, well just a little.I hope you can get this attended to sooner than later.
Enjoy your time away… forget about the world and come back refreshed.
I’ve been playing ‘catch-up’ with your entries. I feel sad to hear when your experiencing pain…I know I’m not the one experiencing it…but I realize that it can affect one not only physically but in the mind. It’s hard to focus on other things.
My thoughts are with you….and I imagine you painless and happy….especially for your trip…..
when are you going? I’m going to San Diego Aug. 28th….
/hugs/
18 inches? No wonder you hurt!
Darn it anyway Sal, I am so sorry to hear you are hurting. This is not fair.
You sound so uncomfortable. I hope you feel better soon.
Darn, hope you feel better soon…
Perhaps the California sun and relaxation will help you to heal… when do you get here???
~QE