I may have to have my thyroid removed. More tests to do, but that’s the likely upshot. I guess I better enjoy my thyroid while I can. Alas, dear thyroid, I hardly knew ye.
Lessons from our cruise vacation
Next time you think you’re signing up for a veg*n cruise, check to make sure you’re not in fact signing up for one on holistic health and macrobiotics with just a hint of patience for veg*ns. However, if you do
Things that probably deserve their own post
Yes, each of these probably merits a post of its own, and my blog has been sorely neglected of late. But since I’m powering through my to do list, I’m giving them each a bullet point, and I may choose
How about a REALLY happy new year?
I thought about writing a year-end update yesterday, but the truth is, not all that much of note happened. And that’s a pretty good thing, as it turns out, because I was also thinking yesterday about how I’m feeling more
Odds and ends: the weekend recovery edition
I’m so lame. I never got around to posting on Blog Action Day. But my excuse is that I’ve had a real roller coaster of a week. I went from, well, managing myself on Monday to having two direct reports
Ah, restful sleep!
I finally got a decent night’s sleep last night. It’s been weeks since I’ve been able to relax in any significant way, thanks to the fleas and all the rest. But after we had the exterminator come in on Wednesday
Although come to think of it, Paris might not get my mind off of rats…
OK, right off the bat, here’s the sucky thought du jour: I can’t decide if we should go through with the trip we were planning to Europe. Though I’m in luck if I need to travel, because I’ve got bags
A little more at ease
Well, we’re finishing up at the emergency vet. They’re treating Clyde’s symptoms because most of his vital signs look OK. But the vomiting has the vet concerned and he said if that’s still going on tomorrow, we should take him
Good, Bad, Ugly: weekend recap edition
The ugly: we spent the entire weekend obsessing over fleas. In 8.67 years of living with multiple cats, they have never had fleas. Admittedly, our cats have been outside (on leashes) more lately than ever but I also think the
Freebird
The bird is free! He (she? How do you sex a chick, anyway? No, wait, smartasses – don’t answer that.) must have made his way out of the wall overnight. He was sitting on the floor in the basement this