I am Cassandra

Take the Corporate Mascot Test at Willaston’s Lounge! These freaking tests are getting demoralizing. And I should be completing my final paperwork so I can go the hell home.

Gads I’m tired. I was up until one this morning, cleaning and laundering and straightening up for Sunday’s guest. And yes, The Socialist helped. He did all the vacuuming, and a fair bit of the tidying. He also gave me the last piece of his Sara Lee chocolate cake (with chocolate icing). It would have…

This morning was normal, unlike the past month of mornings. I arose, walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, and found not two but three cats awaiting breakfast. Clueless hasn’t begged for a meal since sometime back in September. I went downstairs, put hay in the mangers, and then sat to babysit Clueless while…

Take the Which Breakfast Food Are You? Quiz. I was hoping for oatmeal, myself, but cinnamon raison toast works too, I guess. It was a busy weekend. Things started Friday – my appointment for the colonoscopy is set for this coming Friday afternoon. That makes things a little awkward, since I’m scheduled for an all…

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…

For all who have asked … I’ll do the interview questions over the weekend. I hadn’t anticipated that more than a couple people would be interested.