Waldo the Chrysalis, Day 2

Well, the weekend was a mixed bag, but it mostly qualified as a success. The big news is that I finally got my scanner working again. The damned thing is, I don’t know how I did it. I was finally able to locate the unzipped files (the ones that I complained I couldn’t find in…

You have to love it. First of all, I was told my doctor would be back today. I call to make my appointment, and guess who won’t be in. Don’t rack your brains too hard on this one, it’s supposed to be a gimme. So I settle for Dr. Replacement, after convincing the girl who’s…

I’m in the process of furniture shopping. I’ve been disappointed in everything I’ve looked at so far – either the furniture is designed for giants and terribly uncomfortable, or the fabrics available are hideous (and totally inappropriate for a household with black and white kitties). The Professor says he’s happy to let me pick, since…

Actually, our cats did. Left, my two, Right, the Prof’s two. Don’t tell them. I don’t think cats have a sense of humor about this sort of thing.

That’s all the room we now have for title display in the most recently updated list on DD’s homepage. I’ll have to keep that in mind, since I like titles that either fit completely, or cut off at a critical word, leaving people anticipatory or misled. A cheap trick I know, but paid authors do…

March 21st, 1997 I nearly died. I collapsed at school with acute congestive heart failure. My cardiac muscle was apparently attacked by a random virus – they never identified it, and we’ll never know for sure why my heart stopped working properly. At first they told my husband that there was a good chance I…