Today I Turn Twelve
Enough said.
Enough said.
Adolescent cat from hell. I got a phone call from the ex this morning. He got mail on Monday that he thought I ought to know about. Evidently someone found my card case and dropped it in a mail box. The Post Office sent it to the old address (which is the address on my…
as a cat with expectations of being fed. The Professor’s cat and I have come to an understanding – I allow him to feed, groom, and worship her and she’ll tolerate my presence at those times when the above three services are not required. The Professor is abed at the moment, and the Warrior Princess…
… the tough pay bills, clean kitchen to aseptic operating room standards, purge the refrigerator, file, and wait on-hold with the hospital for 75 minutes. I’d say that was about my life in a nutshell today. Emphasis on the word “nut”. And no, I finally gave up and never did end up talking to anyone…
The Socialist wanted to know if I’d include a mention of last night in my diary. I explained that I keep those sort of memoirs in “private” entries. He seemed disappointed. So I figured I’d mention last night in a diary entry just for him. Not bad. Not bad at all. (grin)
“Everybody knows they’re going to die, ” he said again, “but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.” So we kid ourselves about death, I said. “Yes. But there’s a better approach. To know you’re going to die, and to be prepared for it a any time. That’s better. That way…
Yes, I know his eyes look painful. But other than those and a mild upper respiratory infection, he’s really quite happy. And no, he isn’t mine. I just participated in a rescue, and held him (in quarantine) in my house overnight Sunday …and smuggled him into my office Monday, until I could deliver him to…
Happy birthday to you. Sending you hugs through the ether.
Congratulations! Isn’t modern medicine a wonderful thing?
(((hugs)))
Mazal Tov!
May you have many many more happy milestones…
Holy cow, I am embarrassed I have wished you a happy 12th sooner!