Insulting my injuries

“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion… I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.” — Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Oh what a day it was. Or wasn’t, if you prefer. My appointment with Dr. A having already been pushed to next week, I was able to…

You’ve heard the one about the cobbler’s kids not having any shoes? There’s a variation on it – the vet’s cats are always sick. This time it’s a little number called ringworm. This is somewhat embarrassing, since the most likely way it came into the house is from the cat shelter, which means I brought…

I had my first Latin class last night. I’ll admit to being a little disappointed. The guy teaching it used to teach Latin at junior/senior high school level. I can see how the kids would have adored him, but he doesn’t change his approach when dealing with adults. For example, last night he tried to…

I was getting ready to leave the office tonight when the phone rang. It was somebody who works with my state’s APHIS (Animal and Plant Health Inspection Services) branch of the USDA. This person had run a long term study at our facility, and we’d gotten to be friends while she was here. It seems…

Have I mentioned recently how much I hate Mondays? I got up this morning operating on autopilot. And autopilot was defective. Couldn’t find my watch. Nearly forgot the brownies I’d baked over the weekend as bribes to my MIS department so I wouldn’t get reported for unauthorized use of my company issue computer. Gathered up…

So, Slipperman, you want to know how I feel after I exercise? In a word, exhausted. Sweaty, sticky, smelly, painful, out-of-breath exhausted. Part of it, I’m sure, is simply because I am out of shape. But even when I was doing 75 – 100 miles per week on my bike, I hated it. Whatever this…