Ar Hyd y Nos
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
There’s a new Vorkosigan coming out tomorrow. I’ve heard at least one rumor that a major character dies. For what it’s worth. As for me, it’ll give me something to do while recovering from hand surgery, scheduled Wednesday.
Yeah, well I guess I haven’t written in a while. The part of me that needs to write, needs to communicate, has gone dormant for a while. It’s happened before, and it will most likely happen again. It’s just the way I’m built. I’ve been busy, though, in my own peculiar way. -I’ve been honing…
I just checked my email. This was waiting for me: From: [email protected] To: ****@%%%%.### Subject: Thank you for your online registration! Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2002 11:35:43 -0400 (EDT) Dear Complete-name-of-the-Salamander, Thank you for activating your membership online at the Doubleday Book Club! We are delighted that you have chosen the convenience of online access…
Thanks a bunch, Slipper. I had a classmate in veterinary school who was into rabbits in a big way. Except I think she was incapable of saying the word “rabbit”. It was always “bunnies”. Bunny this, bunny that. She was one of those poor unfortunates with a tiny squeeky voice as well. I’ve never forgiven…
Music doesn’t make life worth living, but like spices added to cooking, it makes life taste better. I went into a local used/new CD store yesterday for Norha Jones “Feels Like Home”. They had it on sale there. I also walked out with Alan Parsons Project, two REM’s, a They Might be Giants, and a…
On a whim, I purchased a set of felt Christmas ornaments to make. I’ve always found handwork a very settling thing but seemed to have forgotten this in recent years. I’ve finished with most of the beadwork, and may actually get some of the ornaments stitched together and stuffed tomorrow. If they turn out less…
It’s so hard to do anything with much joy when there is an animal in the house who is unhappy.
Ask me how I know.
Hope things get better….
Can’t think of a more appropriate song for the situation.
The poor little mite. And poor sleep-deprived caregivers 🙁
ew, about making up things,
my favorite music from ozzie is 33silent
Poor wee thing. Does she have to wear an e-collar?
When Dunkie has his allergies and has to wear his e-collar and he itches all over but can’t get to it and sometimes he whines, that breaks my heart. I can totally relate. You can’t explain things to them, either. "It’s not my fault!" you want to say.