St. Peter Don’t You Call Me

I can’t decide which would be worse: Smarty Jones losing the Belmont on Saturday, or Smarty Jones winning the Belmont. I feel like a little kid in the back of the station wagon going to Gradma’s. Instead of “Are we there yet?” however, the phrase repeating over and over in my head is “Is it…

This breaks the mind-numbing oppressiveness of my entries so far today. Why know what you can look up? And why look up what you can extract from the minds of your enemies? There are those who think and those who act. I am the latter. I am a problem solver. I have a gift for…

Damn Hotmail anyway. Over the weekend it decided to consign eight or so notifies from favorite diarists into the “junk mail” bin. I only check junk mail every couple of days, and so today I discover I’m suddenly quite behind on my reading And here I thought that everyone was just being quiet. I did…

Salamander Jeopardy time. Answer: An even nastier job that needs doing. Question: What’s the best way to get inspired to take on a nasty job? Yup, it finally (temporarily) stopped raining this afternoon. This morning I had picked up two month’s supply of Flagyl for two cats at my vet, and was sitting at the…

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What kind of tree are you this morning? I got word on the MRI of my disc last Thursday, while attending a two-day seminar in the Big City. I don’t have a full rupture, just a big bulge at C6-C7. It’s a slightly unusual position, but common enough. The opening for the disc has become…