Fourteen Years

I hurt too much. I hurt too easily. I’m too brittle to bend any more. I know it’s the drugs. Prednisone did this to me last time, and it’s doing it to me again this time. If I hadn’t been in such physical pain, I would never have taken the pred again. Cessation of the…

Plans to reap what I sowed failed to come to fruition. Turns out the harvest had some weevils in it. Looks like you’ll all just have to wait in suspense a bit longer. As for me, I’m sitting on pins and needles.

Dar Williams earned her ticket fees last night. I just wish I could say the same of her opening act. I’d have probably been happier if I hadn’t rushed to get to the concert after work, but instead waited until the group who opened had done their thing. The opening act was some group called…

YES!

The Socialist wanted to know if I’d include a mention of last night in my diary. I explained that I keep those sort of memoirs in “private” entries. He seemed disappointed. So I figured I’d mention last night in a diary entry just for him. Not bad. Not bad at all. (grin)

I didn’t accomplish but a fraction of what I’d hoped to do this weekend. Saturday I did get my hair done, but again got talked out of getting it cut really short. My hairdresser is very good at convincing me that if I just grow it a bit longer we’ll be able to do all…