I go to Main and find that Btfsplk is apparently alive and well after all after all these years. Either that, or some evil super-genius is even now as I type has set up an room with hundreds of laptops and thousands of cats and unprotected keyboards everywhere. Shark Boy and Lava Girl need to…
Enough said.
A few weeks after I wrote Never send to know last April, I started going into work about fifteen minutes earlier and I stopped seeing the elderly man and his dog in the mornings. I wasn’t sure how to interpret this, since neither man nor dog moved particularly quickly. Was I just too early to…
Long time, no write. Indeed, long time no write, no read, no internet involvement worth speaking of. The result is something between a hiatus and a lifestyle change. Iâve wasted way too much time just trying to decide what an appropriate analogy would be to me posting this. Is it like surfacing for air after…
I stand outside the church, anonymous among neighbors. They know each other. I do not. They speak of new cars, aging houses, children at college and weekend chores. I try to read a book I brought along to help with the wait or I pretend to read while I eavesdrop. The doors to the churchâs…
There’s a daily newslist for people who have the same cancer that I do. It’s surprisingly active, considering how few of us there are. The discussions this week centered mostly around people getting rejected for life and disability insurance. Based on comments from participants plus the forum’s moderator (a reputable foundation for this disease) having…
I have lost involvement with this diary. The majority of the people I once followed closely have either disappeared, moved to a new journaling site that I find bewildering to use, or update only marginally more sporadically than I do. I have no access to this site during the day, which means that my free…
I retrieve the mail once a week, on Sundays. I may check more often if I’m expecting something important, or if the moon is in alignment with Uranus. I’ve proved that I am not obsessive-compulsive about the mail, but nobody’s listening. I doubt at this point the Prof would even remember the incident that pissed…
Vacation looms. Was in Milwaukee the end of last week on business; did absolutely nothing that wasn’t on the clock. Good bunch of people, but it was a long way to go to visit the inside of meeting rooms. And now I get to hit the airport and do it all over again, only this…
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