Crap.

I got home this evening and had a short conversation with The Professor concerning 3:00 wake up calls. I’m often confused as to how to read him – he jokes a lot which covers up what he’s really feeling. He made jokes after I mentioned my displeasure at being awakened at 3:00 o’bloody a.m. that…

The Kitten from Hell came through her spay surgery sound as a bell. She’ll be available for pick-up tomorrow. Damn, for all the trouble she causes me, I still love the little dickens. In spite of everything that went wrong today, it is now a good day because KfH is doing fine.

Yes! I got the paracentesis rescheduled for Monday, 10:00. I suspect I’ll be a bit miserable this weekend, but at least I won’t be mistaken for escaped hippopatamus when I arrive at the hospital next week for my appointment. I’ll be glad to get this taken care of. I just wish the results were more…

As a kid I was a spindley little thing. I never ate if I wasn’t hungry, and I frequently wasn’t hungry. It got to the point that my parents (neither of whom were great believers in going to the doctor) ended up dragging me to our family doctor to determine what was wrong with me….

Nothing sagged, nothing busted, nothing etched. Not bad for a first try. The first batch of beads through the kiln. Effetre White with blue/purple twisted dots melted in. Effetre clear wrapped with Effetre Grass vine, melted into tubewith raised twist-flower unknown light blue. My white fish with the Nyx dots that developed a neat silverline…

#11 on Life’s Little Ironies List: The busier I am, the more I have to write and the less time I have to write it in.