More Flu Haiku

Well, we haven’t killed each other yet, or even inflicted any lasting scars. He does his own laundry and shopping, and buys me really cool ammonite bookends for wedding presents. I’d say year one was successful, overall. Heading on to Year 2. Happy anniversary, Mr. Prof.

Memories from March 21, 1997 are simultaneously vivid and surrealistic. Time has perhaps fuzzed the edges a bit, but the impact of what I hesitate to call a near death experience has not lessened. It has colored nearly all my significant choices over the the last near-quarter century in both good and not so good…

Regarding monstergirl’s question: I got the Kitten from Hell the end of last July. Clueless Wonder’s breakout started about a week and a half ago or so. While feline acne can be contagious between cats, it is highly unlikely I can blame this one on the KfH. As much as I’d like to. Cats have…

So, it’s time to take stock of the situation a bit. With the divorce finalized, I need to start figuring out where I go from here. – I am not getting married again. Emphatically not. I told the Professor this long before he moved from California to be with me. He was upset at the…

The tests came back negative. The bullet has been dodged. I’m hoping that this episode has taught a few people that the gun really is loaded. I’m really hoping this little situation will convince a few people around here to stop buying the bullets. The gun’s always going to be pointed to our heads. It’s…

Another sleepless night. I don’t believe that I’m fated to have two good nights in a row for a long while, more’s the pity. I tried to make crepes last night. The recipe seemed simple enough, and they hardly had any salt at all in them. To call the experiment “a disaster” would be a…