Thirteen

That’s what I’ve been getting when I’ve tried to access DD for the last two days. Exasperating, to say the least. Consider this the least said. The original title of this was to have been: Don’t Get a Flu Shot But two days worth of cool-down time has softened my rant a bit. I’ll still…

Can a situation be both better and worse than you originally thought? It would appear that I’m on a new committee, formed by a top official in our company, who then promptly abandoned it to sink or swim without his assistance. We have to address certain issues, figure out how we would respond if certain…

I just finished completing a health certificate for some animals we’re shipping off-site. The certs aren’t complicated, but they’re time consuming. Like other government forms I’ve dealt with, they want ten paragraphs of information on three lines or less. I get good practice with microwriting by doing these forms. I then put my head in…

I suppose I’m going to have to concede at this point that carols are permitted. I’m still not sure about this 24/7 caroling. But I will at least acknowledge that a certain quota of carols can be introduced into daily existence. “Mr. Grinch” will still remain my favorite. musical accompaniment: John Gorka, “Between Five and…

It’s ten o’clock, and I’ve only been home from the vet’s for a few minutes. Clueless is holding his own, but in spite of me grossly overfeeding him he’s failed to gain any weight. It’s concerning, but at least any overt signs of illness have pretty much been banished for the present. I hadn’t intended…

I haven’t had anything to eat today. Worked through lunch. I’ve only had two glasses of cheap chardonay, but it’s really gone to my head. I haven’t really drunk anything for I don’t know how long. My liver has no idea what hit it. Feels good. Cats know something’s up. Little Grey Shit was on…