The daily chuckle

I’m getting better about the twenty-firsts of months. (See long-lost entry May 21, 2001 for a small explanation.) I realized that I actually missed the twenty-first of October and November, which I think is the first time since 1997 that I got past a twenty-first without noting it. I don’t know if this is a…

This morning was normal, unlike the past month of mornings. I arose, walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, and found not two but three cats awaiting breakfast. Clueless hasn’t begged for a meal since sometime back in September. I went downstairs, put hay in the mangers, and then sat to babysit Clueless while…

A haiku for Mondays, in honor of Ed Stun, who is apparently missing in action: Its name means “Moon-day” Monday proves the moon is cheese Gorgonzola stinks I stumbled into work today operating on insufficient sleep and a caffeine deficit. One was easily fixed, the other threatened to fix itself as my eyelids encountered some…

Memorial observances this year have been more understated, less advertised and less high profile. It’s an improvement. The anniversaries of this date should reflect far less political posturing and televised showmanship, and more scrutiny of the mark that has been left in our history, and the marks we wish to leave in our future history….

We’re going to be upping the ante on this disease. Beginning Wednesday, I begin something called PUVA therapy. Consider it a somewhat benign cross between radiation and chemo therapy. I take a drug, methoxasalen two-and-a-half hours or so before being put into a UVA light box for 15 minutes. The period of time will never…

I do believe that my little grey cat-from-hell has forgiven me for abandoning her for two whole weeks. She has deigned to again regard my lap as a kitty-bed, and is even now taking her mid-morning siesta in the comfort of my discomforted legs. No matter. I’m sure feeling will return to them sometime later…