Got (another) test tonight. It’s early afternoon in the library and I can’t concentrate. The test is theoretically on stuff I should already know from my veterinary training, but there are a few curveballs in it, and a few things I’m not sure how to handle. An example: sclerotic means “hardening”. I know it means…

In fact, it was just about at this exact moment that I was unconscious in the ER. Hard to believe how much has happened since then.

Yeah, I’m still here. I mostly just lurk at the moment – making the circle to my usual diary haunts without leaving much in the way of comments. For anyone who’s wondering, sorry about the stealth mode, but my brain seems to be short-circuiting when I try to go into response mode. I really do…

Taking a study/lunch break outside what is euphemistically called the “food court” at this college. I spent the morning studying; I’ve a strong suspicion that I’ve got competition in this class that I hadn’t anticipated. While it would be a lie to deny that my presence in the class doesn’t raise the group’s average age,…

This is one of those moments when I’m more acutely aware of the march of time. I’m sitting in a lounge outside a campus library. The lounge is a peculiar set up, where the hallway widens into a bulge, filled with chairs that are designed to keep my feet about two inches above the floor…

*ping* Comcast just increased my bill (again), so I was in a receptive mood last week when a Verizon representative came knocking on my door. More services, ten dollars less a month, and customer service completely based in the US (the Prof and I have literally spent a cumulative total of a dozen days of…

I’m discovering that the Little Black Shit has gotten rather good at finding non-food sources to eat. She has always been an incorrigible plastic bag eater, and we have to make sure that any plastic bags/wrap/etc. are thrown away immediately in a covered trash can. Still, LBlS will find snippets of illicits in the damnedest…

It’s harder to make out, but the two linear squiggles at 11 and 1 o’clock are blue crayon shavings edge-on. That makes it the Little Black Shit’s crappola. I’m surprised that there is so little hair in this sample. LBlS was the cat, you’ll recall, who had major surgery last May, for The Mother of…

Cross-section of a relatively fresh turdlet. Note the yellow fleck embedded towards the pole at the right-hand side. This would be the Little Grey Shit’s shit. Further observations: 1) When I groom her, I get very little hair. This sample is fairly densely packed with hair, however (you can see it clearly at the left-hand…