I just checked in with my site meter, and nearly half my hits from today have been from various “Aspirus” searches. My diary floats to the top of the list of most of these searches now. I’m starting to think I’m tampering with powers far beyond my ability to control.
First, I feel it is my civic duty to call this to the attention of all my Australian readers. This link appeared in my July edition of mini-Air, the mini-Annals of Improbable Research e-magazine, from the people who bring you the Ig-nobel awards every year (also known as the “Iggies”.): 2004-07-13 Aussie Catnip Controversy Are…
she’s asleep speawled across my lap and chest. my right hand is pinned beaneath her head. if i can’t type it singlehanded with my left hand, it doesn’t get typed. this was going to be a real entry, but right now nothing is more important than the grey one’s comfort. I thought I needed to…
It is simultaneously disconcerting and a relief. Now that I’ve made the decision to go forward and actively pursue the state veterinary position that has become available, I find myself eyeing my present job in a new way. Even yesterday’s news that my company is researching the viability of four-day workweeks failed to faze me…
Well, the Aspirus movement seems to be growing slowly but surely. I continue to get daily hits from search engines that have been instructed to seek out “aspirus” on the net, but now I note I am not the only Dear Diary journal to come up on these searches. I also note with interest that…
I owe an update. It’s been difficult to type with my arm in pain, and I’ve been busy with the usual stuff (I did make it to writing class last night). I’ll try to get something more substantial updated this evening. And Justaman, I’ve not forgotten your question. I promise to get back to you…
I’m back on morphine. I’m using the left overs from my prescription from last March, when my arm went blooey. Yeah, I know. If physicians who treat themselves have a fool for a doctor, then veterinarians who treat themselves definitely deserve what they get. It doesn’t matter. My neck is out again. I’ve suspected it…
I write this while sitting at a table for one, with a $5.00 David Weber book from the damaged table in my hands. An $8.00 paperback copy of The Oxford Dictionary of American Usage and Style and a $30 new release called Transplant sit at my left elbow. I’m in the University of Pennsylvania Bookstore’s…
I may have mentioned before that my office is in an out-of-the-way spot in the middle of a parking lot, surrounded by truck traffic and construction. I have purchased red and pink geraniums, and put up a window box at my office window and another at the top of the stairs leading in to my…
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