Today I Turn Twelve

On my short trek between home and work I pass through a rather diverse landscape. I skirt around a huge industrial block, pass by a decrepit retail area, through a new and over-priced community of McMansions, past a healthier retail district, then on through a development of vintage post-WWII modified Cape Cods, into agricultural open…

Satan’s Little Fart Cloud with her best friend. Welcome to Day 91 of quarantine. The best sources say that most ringworm will heal on its own without treatment in three months. For three months SLFC has been in quarantine, with regular baths, creams and pills. The room has been disinfected daily, her bedding changed out…

Thanks to Charlie Chaplin for this one. Now, I like to think of myself as well read. I like to believe that, if it is a work of classic literature, I’ve at least heard of the author, if not the book itself. I don’t claim to have worked my way through all of Shakespeare, nor…

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….

My list of whinge-able items has begun to shrink. Much of the shrinkage is in direct proportion to the resolution of my little shingles attack. I’m two days completely off the pain drugs now, and while the skin is still sensitive (very sensitive at times) I can now easily tolerate most of the discomfort. The…

The soonest Dr. Disc can take me is Thursday morning. I’m not going to make the mistake of accepting a substitute again. Last week taught me my lesson. Thursday morning it is. I should have enough pain killer to last until then.