Dang it all.

It’s pouring. The lights are flickering. I still have about 25% of my paperwork to do. I can’t put it off until tomorrow – I have tomorrow off for yet more doctor’s appointments. If we lose power I’m going to be here forever. And it’s been that kind of day.

With apologies to Dante.

Reality television participants, People who don’t get the concept of “personal space”Circle I Limbo DMV photographers, The guy who invented SpandexCircle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind Advertising jingle writersCircle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow Shoppers in the “8 items or less” line holding 10 items, Drivers holding cell phonesCircle IV…

The Charity of Night

Bruce Cockburn on the CD player, pacing the cage. The Socialist makes a point of pronouncing the “ck” in “Cockburn” (it’s properly pronounced Coe-burn). He does it just to annoy me. I suppose I’m cute when I’m annoyed. Never-the-less, I tend to play Cockburn’s music when the Socialist is out teaching, just to avoid getting…

Sweat Box

I just finished completing a health certificate for some animals we’re shipping off-site. The certs aren’t complicated, but they’re time consuming. Like other government forms I’ve dealt with, they want ten paragraphs of information on three lines or less. I get good practice with microwriting by doing these forms. I then put my head in…