When I started this journal (waaaaaaay back when) I used the journal name, "not_the_pope" due to a particular incident from my past. The name was chosen 12 years ago, with the actual incident 12 years before that. Really? 24 years ago? Wow. That's a long time as these things go ( Read more... )

I am re-reading A Fall of Princes by Judith Tarr. Here is a passage ( Read more... )

scruffycritter has been having quite the week.  Tuesday, he had Strep Throat and got penicillin VK.   Yesterday, he was told his cold had become bronchitis, given a nebulizer treatment, an inhaler and augmentin.  This morning, upon discovering blood where it ought not be, we made the Inevitable Trip To The ER whereupon he was diagnosed with pneumonia and given a ( Read more... )

It's official:  scruffycritter has strep.  While I don't at the moment, I feel like something is trying to bring me down and I'm resisting.  Sort of like a cow that doesn't want to be roped.  Or something.  Bah.

Anyway, I'm going to work from home tomorrow.  My boss is sick too (may he soon feel better!) so this may or may not be a problem. If I get to feeling ( Read more... )

So no kidding, here I am, sitting in a hotel room in Williamsburg, VA waiting to pick up a man.

( Hm. Perhaps some clarification. )

I am at home today rather than at work.  Mostly because I'm starting to feel that vague I-could-start-to-come-down-with-something-soon feeling and I want to avoid that.   I'm hoping that nipping whatever-it-is in the bud by taking care of myself for one day will mean not losing several days next week to the ugh.  Besides, anyone with this level of ( Read more... )

We are at the point in the vacation where being a responsible adult really sucks.  I don't want to go back to a schedule, but I gotta.  Who decided everyone had to get up early all the time anyway?  Grrrrrr....

It came to my attention earlier that the last entry in my journal is from my vacation at the end of 2010. Since we're about to end 2011, let me hit some of the "highlights" of this year:

+ scruffycritter is still alive, despite his cardiologist's practice trying to kill him last Christmas
- scruffycritter lost more hearing in his right ear and is still suffering from leg issues
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This year scruffycritter and I are not going to Oregon, thus avoiding both weather and TSA madness (yay for that). It does mean we won't see Mama at Christmas, but we did see her in August and I am proud of myself that I have managed to keep up a mostly-daily email correspondence with her. Anyone who's ever tried to correspond with me can attest to the level ( Read more... )

I have seen the sign that another Christmas Season is here. To wit:


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