Today.
Definitely today.
Unfortunately, I’m slated to attend a continuing education conference today, so I’m probably going to miss the unveiling. Hopefully The Prof will get to see it though.
Definitely today.
Unfortunately, I’m slated to attend a continuing education conference today, so I’m probably going to miss the unveiling. Hopefully The Prof will get to see it though.
Again I’m up to watch the sunrise. It isn’t exactly by choice, but I see no reason not to go with the natural ebb-and-flow of this little ecosystem I call my home. Cats must be fed, regardless of any other priorities that my be on my list (such as sleeping). A full bowl for a…
Wonderful. Now I have my boss pissed at me. As soon as I got off the phone with National Geographic, I called my boss’s office. He was in a meeting. No big surprise. He’s always in meetings. Better him than me. I told his secretary what was up, and said I’d wait till he was…
And then there are the things that nobody but me would understand, or take any delight in. Like the complexities of finger-pricking to get a droplet of blood for glucose testing. Who knew it would be so complex remembering which finger is next in line for exsanguination? At first I thought I could just go…
It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. – Ann Beattie Iâve been lodged on hangnail mode for months now, maybe since I was laid off. Part of me…
An updated picture with labels: Sorry about not having Dumpster Lady pics. I considered taking them, but since I have no way to download pictures from my camera to my terminal, I wouldn’t have been able to post them anyhow. I may well get The Socialist to take one picture for me to be posted…
I was tired last night. OK, sick and tired, but sometimes that amounts to the same thing. I got home last night (at about 6:00) to find that Kitten from Hell had found a bag full of little soy sauce packets left over from the Sunday’s take-out Chinese. She’d stolen it off the table, carried…