Early Spring Haiku

Yes, I know his eyes look painful. But other than those and a mild upper respiratory infection, he’s really quite happy. And no, he isn’t mine. I just participated in a rescue, and held him (in quarantine) in my house overnight Sunday …and smuggled him into my office Monday, until I could deliver him to…

It’s an interesting perspective, watching emotional collapse from the inside out. Even knowing what’s happening doesn’t affect what is apparently the inevitable decay of trust and self-control and ability to critically analyze a situation. There are days I feel frozen, my arms and legs literally too heavy to move. That same thick gravity freezes my…

The Professor needed the kitchen last night to do some preparation for tonight’s lamb Vindaloo meal. “The cookbook says one hour prep, one hour cooking,” he informed me. We both figured it would take him a little longer. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 5:10 p.m. – I arrive home. The Professor is already in the kitchen. I take that…

Cats sleeping at last. They’ve pushed me out of my bed. Must buy more tissues.

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I made the mistake of exporting this diary to the new site in December. I did it with some encouragement from others who had already tried the new site and were testing out the new features. I didn’t like the options available for customization there, and decided to linger her as long as possible in…