Waldo the Chrysalis, Day 2

Enough about eyeballs. Let’s talk about me. First of all, the pain is improved from my disc problem. In its place, I’m starting to get transient numbness/pins and needles. This is like the hypoesthesia I experienced back in ’96 or ’97 or whenever the heck my neck went out the last time. The prednisone seems…

Today was a general clean-up day. Lots of trash made it to the dumpster, the kitty boxes got cleaned again, several loads of laundry were pushed through the machines (I feel like TraumaMama, the Goddess of Laundry), a load of dishes were washed, and filing done with an eye to tax returns. Thank the Powers…

I’m divorced. It was a big thing to me when I first started my diary. I’d only just gotten the final divorce papers just before I started writing at DD. The divorce was amicable, as these things go, but drawn out. Possibly it was drawn out because it was so amicable. Neither one of us…

The Prof invited me to accompany him downtown when he went to class. It wasn’t as if I had anything else to do, so I grabbed my trusty Acer and set up shop in the campus Starbucks. I should say “one of the campus Starbucks”; apparently center city students live on coffee and overpriced pastries…

I couldn’t take it any more. Mr. White Deaf Cat, my foster for the past couple of weeks, is easily the most curious, agile, destructive force I’ve ever encountered with four legs and a purr. After about a week in the foster room he discovered how to open the lower doors on the corner cabinet…

9754 games of Snood on the screen. 9754 games of Snood. You knock them down, and end one more round. 9755 games of Snood on the screen. Come on, everybody. You know the words!