St. Peter Don’t You Call Me
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The vet called yesterday to see how Clueless is doing. I wasn’t home, but returned the call this afternoon, when I got a spare moment. With no problems on the bloodwork, the list of differentials becomes rather slim. Biggest two possibilities are Inflamatory Bowel Syndrome and lymphoma. I wouldn’t wish either on CW, but I…
No one has yet made their move. I don’t know if that means they are reconsidering the rash actions they’ve been contemplating, or if the universe is just being perverse and waiting until my guard is down before it strikes. My two little bird compatriots that I thought axed apparently haven’t been, although I was…
Please keep me in your thoughts. I’m leaving for the hospital now. They found a liver for me.
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,…
Life’s little ironies … I get busy at work, and suddenly there’s very little of interest to write about. The Professor is attempting to “normalize” his schedule (as he puts it) yet again. Tonight he won’t be going to bed until around 6:00. At this rate, he’ll be normalized just in time to return to…
In the lunchroom today: ⢠A conversation revolved around one of the members of the Dixie Chicks, who evidently said that she was ashamed to be a Texan (I assume because of Bush’s current political stance). The group was cackling because country-western stations are boycotting their songs and some of the Dixie Chicks’ concert engagements…
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