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I pretty much knew something was going to hit me by Saturday. I’d suspected it for perhaps a week previously – intermittent sore throats, aggressively runny nose, and that generic, pervasive feeling of something being not quite right. By last night, it was a sure thing that I couldn’t ignore any longer. I’ve caught some…

[Current musical accompaniment: a very jazzed up “Jingle Bells”] *sigh* I can’t call him “O’Beast” anymore. He’s still the “Clueless Wonder”. And Cattitude goes back to Cattitude. The Kitten from Hell has grown out of her kittenhood. The Socialist lovingly calls her the Little Grey Shit, but I don’t think I’ll use that. Grey Menace…

I’ve been listening to a lot of PRI radio these days. I go through phases of it. Eventually I get tired of listening to music radio, especially when none of the recent new releases grab my attention, and I’ll drift over to Terry Gross and Todd Mundt and Marty Moss-Coane. Then the time will come…

Things are quiet here under my rock recently. The cats are easing into their summer laziness, and aren’t doing much worth reporting. Well, the Grey Menace did find another spider to play with, but this one lasted far shorter than the spider I documented her playing with last year. She’s still rough with her toys,…

It seems like I end up reinventing myself in prime years. I think, at the start of life, everyone does that. Age thirteen is the start of that gray zone where you begin in earnest to move from childhood towards adulthood. You hit nineteen and find yourself embarking on the first truly official adult years….

Those of you so inclined, send a prayer or a condolence card to the manager of my apartment complex. She just sat through fifteen minutes of me ranting about last night. It wasn’t her fault, it was beyond her control, she apologized beautifully and promised me reimbursement for my flowers, and I was still so…