Waldo the Chrysalis, Day 2

Again I’m up to watch the sunrise. It isn’t exactly by choice, but I see no reason not to go with the natural ebb-and-flow of this little ecosystem I call my home. Cats must be fed, regardless of any other priorities that my be on my list (such as sleeping). A full bowl for a…

You can “nest” marquee commands, Froggy. Pretty cool, eh? This is what happens when they make me work Saturdays. MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE O’BEAST

Puxatawny Phil must be blind. That’s the only excuse I can come up with that he saw no shadow today. Who’d trust a groundhog as a weather forecaster anyhow? Still learning the ins and outs of my new MacBook. It came loaded with something called “Lion”, which I guess is an operating system. The Prof’s…

I spent the weekend catching up on sleep. I didn’t get out of bed on Saturday nor on Sunday before 11:00 in the morning. You have to know me to understand how truly remarkable that was. We picked up a couple of DVD’s Friday night for the weekend. I’d never seen any of the Batman…

And then there are the things that nobody but me would understand, or take any delight in. Like the complexities of finger-pricking to get a droplet of blood for glucose testing. Who knew it would be so complex remembering which finger is next in line for exsanguination? At first I thought I could just go…

I like DD, but I dislike this apparent need some diarists have to prove that “so and so” is really “such and such”. Who cares, people? You like it? Read it. You don’t like it? Don’t go back. I assure you, a hit meter that shows you were the only person in your diary for…