Lazy

I’ve received no response from WhizBang yet. What a surprise. Yesterday, however, the number of visits from WhizBang abruptly dropped to zero. I find that interesting, but it proves nothing. Based on comments many of you left for me yesterday, I decided to shoot out a follow-up e-mail to our snoopy friends this morning: From…

This morning was normal, unlike the past month of mornings. I arose, walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, and found not two but three cats awaiting breakfast. Clueless hasn’t begged for a meal since sometime back in September. I went downstairs, put hay in the mangers, and then sat to babysit Clueless while…

Every so often, the best laid plans of a Salamander go far astray. I’ve got four cats to take care of. All of them have different diet requirements. Here’s this week’s feline soap opera: 1. The Warrior Princess is at least twenty-one years of age, severely arthritic, and has become a very picky eater. She…

È La Stagione Di Baseball Sopra Tuttavia, Brewster? What language is this anyway? Spanish? Italian?

I returned from lunch to the message light blinking on the phone on my desk. The transplant coordinator from the Big City Hospital had called to let me know that my MELD was at 18. In her words, she says that we have to get me “a little bit sicker”. In other words, we need…

The Professor and I have taken to playing Trivial Pursuit, Genus III, in the evenings. An ignominious defeat we suffered against another couple over the Memorial Day weekend brought the TP bug to the surface again. We’ve played three times in the past week. I trounced him in one game, he trounced me in another,…