A haiku for Mondays, in honor of Ed Stun, who is apparently missing in action: Its name means “Moon-day” Monday proves the moon is cheese Gorgonzola stinks I stumbled into work today operating on insufficient sleep and a caffeine deficit. One was easily fixed, the other threatened to fix itself as my eyelids encountered some…
Yesterday the Socialist rinsed the salt off from underneath my car for me. The road crews have gone absolutely crazy with laying down salt this year. Many of the cars on the road (mine included) look like they’ve been dipped in powdered sugar from all the road salt adhering to them. I have to say…
It was a short workday yesterday, and we’ll have another today. I’m not complaining, mind you. I’m just waiting for the great cosmic system of checks and balances to even things up. Well, come what may, I’ll enjoy this respite now while I can. I finally heard from the Younger Sister yesterday afternoon. I’d been…
… some guy who did a Google search on turtle tanks. sigh
I spent some time in the cirrhosis chatroom last night, speaking with people who have had liver transplants or are the support person for someone waiting for a liver transplant. For the bulk of the time I was the only one there who was actually on a transplant waiting list. Much of the conversation revolved…
Thirty degrees Fahrenheit? Fifty degrees Fahrenheit? You want it all? Then come visit me, because that’s the weather forecast for today and tomorrow is. March is not coming in like a lion. March is coming in like a schizophrenic. March may have been named for Mars, the God of War, but it would have been…
Yesterday was March 3, 2003. 03/03/03. There’s a certain aesthetic pleasure in the date, even if it is totally devoid of significance. Well, perhaps it isn’t totally insignificant. It was the fourth anniversary of my employment here. The anniversary passed without any acknowledgement whatsoever; no surprise since no one was even here. What is surprising…
Well, another day, another paracentesis. This one was a little rougher than most. I was on the table for a little over two hours – the block wears off in about half an hour, so it got a bit uncomfortable. I was making jokes that I should come with a warning label “Caution: Contents under…
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer. – – – Shirley Jackson “Raising Demons” We did get yet more snow last night, but it only amounted to about two very fluffy inches. It was still a pain to have to clean…