One of the nicest things about today? I didn't throw up. Not once! But *the* nicest thing is that I got to see Karen! At work! It wasn't, however, a social thing. She's been having trouble with her right foot for the last six months... well, six months if you don't count the last fifteen years... and the doc wanted to get a bone scan, so that's what she was doing at the hospital. Pretty busy day, on a par with most Mondays. I was the biopsy guy, but there were no biopsies today, dammit. No fun. I'm going in tomorrow at 07:00, got a doctor's appointment... and then I go in at 07:00 on Friday, so I can get off early to go sign papers for the mortgage... yep, *again*. And then... call all weekend. Friday Saturday Sunday Monday until Rainy, with thunderstorms all day today, and some boomies right overhead right now. And the grass really needs mowing badly. Heh. I wrote that the grass needs moVing first, but I changed it. It's *me* that needs moving, of course, the grass can stay here. And y'all might think that I'm stalled out here, speaking of moving... but I'm really not. Today's picture is not of a real cat. No, really, it isn't. Karen has collected a large number of unreal cats, this one is a stuffed fabric cat. Cat replicas. Like, y'know, there aren't enough *real* cats in the world, let's make a lot of cat replicas and sell them! To crazy people! Yeah! MoneyMoneyMoney! It has occurred to me that the content here is altogether lacking in substance and spirit and vim and vigor lately. Well, except for spirit... any mention of "spirit" or "spiritual" and my bullshit detector goes to redline. You won't find any of that there spiritual stuff in *these here* pages, O'no you won't, no sir-eeee!. There is a good helping of most other types of bullshit, though. Careful where you step, there. In the Mail: On the shelf:
Tuesday morning at 07:00. And at 07:00 Tuesday I'll be back at work, since it's my early week.