Another Haiku for Yetzirah
Should lead to seemly income.
Sadly, spring must wait.
I just put my name on a volunteer list for clean-up for the Gulf oil spill. I took the optional wildlife courses in vet school, and have some basic knowledge of what the grunt work would be on site, so I figure that makes me useful. If they want me I could be on my…
*Sigh* I did too good a job of cleaning off my desk. I really only have make-work left, except for two items, both of which are beyond my control unless people get back to me. Honestly, I’m hoping they don’t get back to me. I don’t feel like dealing with either of those two items…
Yeah, I’m still here. I mostly just lurk at the moment – making the circle to my usual diary haunts without leaving much in the way of comments. For anyone who’s wondering, sorry about the stealth mode, but my brain seems to be short-circuiting when I try to go into response mode. I really do…
I’ll get the depressing stuff over with first. Got a call from the Specialist’s office yesterday afternoon – they want to go ahead and do a bone marrow biopsy. It’s just one of those “we want to be sure” things, but there are certain blood disorders (I love a good euphemism) that could produce the…
I continue to feel overwhelmed. The little Prius isn’t helping. The check engine light came on today on the way to work. As a result I need to figure out a juggling routine that allows me to get my car looked at (state inspection and an oil change are due anyhow) and still allows me…
I guess I need to start up from where I left off yesterday. Our cliffhanger: The Socialist, stranded in territories unknown, with his beloved Palimpsest unable to assist (or even abet). The poor man went out to lunch yesterday and treated himself to his favorite restaurant, Chik-fil-A. While he was busy filling up, the front…