He Died With His Boots On
The damned feet are still out there. So much to the lazy Salamander approach to dismembered clean-up.
The damned feet are still out there. So much to the lazy Salamander approach to dismembered clean-up.
I need to sing the praises of my Prius. It was a *fun* ride into work this morning, thanks to that little car. And I have to admit; it’s fun turning heads, even if it isn’t my beautiful self that’s doing the head turning. I can’t wait to get out of here and drive home…
My parents were forged in the crucible of the Great Depression and tempered by a quenching in World War II. It gave them the strength of steel, and it made them unable to yield. My father was a sheathed sword. He did his most important work by simply being there, a presence to be reckoned…
Home sick today. Yesterday I had a 2:15 appointment to see Dr. Liver. It would have been my first visit with him post-transplant. While driving to his office, I developed a headache. It was minor at first, but it kept growing. I arrived at his office, waited in line at check-in, and was greeted with…
I dealt with things as I usually deal with unpleasantness when I have the opportunity. I slept in. On the down side, getting up at 10:00 still meant I had less than 8 hours sleep. Part of my sleeplessness was a wee problem I’m having with hemorrhoids at the moment. Actually, not so wee hemorrhoids….
I completely missed the 45th anniversary of the premier of original Trek last week. For others who care, this is a great little article: For Trekâs 45th Birthday: 10 Underappreciated Aspects of Classic Star Trek
My MELD score didn’t change. All this nausea, bathroom running, insomniac grief, and my MELD score didn’t change. I need to go out and hurt something.