I am Cassandra

Had a good weekend for a change. The Prof and I didn’t bicker once, we got a lot of things accomplished, and the Kitten from Hell didn’t break anything. Who could ask for anything more? The great mulligatawny soup experiment from Friday came out quite edible. The Prof and I have vastly different ideas of…

Yesterday was my ten year anniversary at Dear Diary. I only remembered this morning, although I put a reminder in my Microsoft Works Calendar. Too much on my mind this week, I guess. I went back and read a few of the earliest entries. I’m not the person I was then. I wonder when that…

It’s bitterly cold out there. I think I may be in a state of major brain freeze. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a positive thing, but considering some of the dumb stuff I’ve been doing recently, brain freeze just might be the best thing that could happen to me at the moment. It isn’t supposed to…

It’s early days. But, under the crumpled debris of two 100+ storied buildings there will be bodies that are unrecoverable. There are bodies that no longer exist, incinerated or scattered in pieces. The rescue work must continue now, while there is a chance of recovering survivors. But, after there can be no hope, we need…

A hit and run entry, for a hit and run kind of day. I’m packed and ready to head southward to North Carolina, where the temperatures are running at least ten degrees warmer than they are here. I found out yesterday that we need coveralls for the wet lab on Saturday. I went home and…

A plane down in Queens. I know better, but my mind jumps ahead of events. It’s telling how much I (and others) are still affected by September 11. Never before would I have immediately put terrorism at the top of my list of differentials. But I recognize this as a weakness in myself, and am…