My Muse’s Butt

This past Sunday I was able to watch most of CBS’s “Sunday Morning” show. One of the stories they ran was on America’s New Unemployables. I can’t say that it helped my morale any. [insert wry grin here] Apparently there’s a perfectly good chance that I may never get full-time employment again because I’m over…

… the good news, or the bad? Bad news: The stupid hospital hasn’t gotten back to me yet about their disability parameters. I had really, really, really hoped to get that resolved today. The longer this drags on, the more likely it is that I’m returning to work next Monday. Good news: The cardiologist appointment…

Kitten from Hell continues to recuperate, although she’s worrying me a bit. She seems comfortable, and she’s active, but she’s off her food. The only time I saw her eat well this weekend was when she got sick about five minutes later. I’ll just continue to keep an eye on her, but if there’s ANY…

I suppose it was bound to happen. I showed up at work this morning, only to find out that I missed a schedule change; the Head Pharmacist taken me off the work schedule and given me the day off. I actually had yesterday and today free. This completely bums me out, because glass-working camp was…

I stink. It’s not even ten o’clock in the morning, and I stink. I hosed myself down, and I still stink. I offend myself and therefore can imagine how others will react to my presence today. I am pariah, condemned to remain in my office or in the grungier areas of the plant for the…

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.