I shall be mocked

It’s 5:00. The moon is gibbous. I have no clue if its waxing or waning. The cats are scattered throughout the apartment, curled up in their respective favorite nooks. This means, of course, that the kitten is napping on the fresh laundry. There are dishes in the sink. I couldn’t be bothered. The alarm clock…

Only two more days until my next paracentesis. At the rate I’m building up fluid, I won’t be surprised if Dr. Liver wants to move me to weekly tap-outs. It would certainly make me feel better if he did, but if I start losing that much time at work I might as well just go…

The Mojave tell a story of the earliest days when the First People lived in perpetual darkness deep within the earth. Desperate for a better life, they sent a hummingbird out to find light. Searching the cracks and crevices of their underground world, the hummingbird finally finds a difficult, twisting way to climb to the…

A few shorts from the weekend, in no particular order: Uncle Freddie and I were walking away from the niche after the urn had been set to rest in its nook. Uncle Freddie was one of The Socialist’s grandmother’s brothers. He is also a retired minister, and had officiated at the funeral. Uncle Freddie had…

We’ll get the medical stuff over with early – feel free to skip if you’re getting as tired as I am over the latest medical updates. I got the follow-up mammogram this morning. Of course, as usual, there was a problem. Turns out that some undesignated “someone” at the radiology office went and returned my…

Trying to exercise due vigilance, I survey my skin frequently these days. Brown spots, white spots, red spots are all categorized and revisited. The texture on the backs of my hands resembles nothing so much as the loose weave of a burlap bag and disabuses me of any illusions that I could continue to pass…