Sometimes the Little Guy Wins

Last year, when The Sisters planted my garden for me while I was recuperating, they planted three plants that never bloomed. My younger sister couldn’t remember what these plants were, but I was told to leave them be, and that they’d bloom the second year. Well, all three plants are back, and two of them…

My first flush of enthusiasm for the new sleeping pills has faded into a dull disappointment. Monday night’s miracle drug turned into Wednesday night’s drug of torture. Following directions, I took the sleeping pill about 9:30 last night. It is supposed to have a short period of onset, and they warn you not to take…

Shay – there really isn’t all that much to be done at this point. I do need to deal with making dinner this evening, but that’s one of those things that I’ll think about later. As for keeping the cats separated – no possible with the spare bedroom in use. I have to babysit The…

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…

I’ve spent the morning working up a good head of depression. I don’t know yet if there’s anything to be bummed out about, but I figure I might as well beat the rush and sulk early, just in case it’s necessary. My work announced last week that we’re working Saturdays in December. The schedule they’ve…

OK, I’ve calmed down a bit from last night. Yes, The Professor was talking out of extreme frustration. But he is one of the worst time-management people I have ever met. “Time” for him is a superfluous concept, and clocks exist only to make his life miserable. More often than not he has no concept…