It’s the little stuff
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I suspect I cause my own problems half the time. Take last night. I got home around 5:00 and found The Professor hunched over his desk, grading papers. He had three tests to give last week, and so he now has huge piles of tests to be graded. Losing the weekend to company didn’t help…
So here we go. Another woebegone orphan entry, devoid of context, with no promise of a more prompt follow-up. Europe was great. We drove a lot, saw Nice, stayed in Barcelona, ate well, drank too much (on my liver, anything is too much, and I definitely surpassed that limit). My really good digital camera decided…
I just visited Charlie Chaplin’s Diary, and his last entry asks everyone to get out the phone book, find three odd ball names, and post them in his comment section. I did that, and had a blast, and I’m dying to see what other people can come up with. Give it a try, and pass…
Cats All good entries start with cat updates. Another month, another set of vet visits. This time itâs LBS, who still has diarrhea at one end and major kitty snuffles at the other end. She seems to be improving, but has lost weight to the point where the Prof is just about running after her…
I just checked in with my site meter, and nearly half my hits from today have been from various “Aspirus” searches. My diary floats to the top of the list of most of these searches now. I’m starting to think I’m tampering with powers far beyond my ability to control.
Three of us went to the vet clinic tonight. Two of us came home, leaving a large piece of our hearts behind. Sometimes doing the right thing hurts like hell.