Cat Vomit

Ode to Joy

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted here.

It’s the usual litany of excuses. A little illness. A big deadline (still not met). Not enough sleep. Too much aggravation. Not very different from what goes on in anybody’s life, I’d imagine.

There’s been progress on the UCLA front toward getting me on the transplant list. I may have more to report tomorrow.

I’m working on Doctor Fate, of course, and doing some preliminary thinking on another project I can’t discuss quite yet. (Soon, though.)

I had a dream last night about the ex. I don’t think she reads this blog anymore, but on the off-chance she does, she’ll be happy to hear the dream was rather coldly realistic about the nature of past relationships. Sometimes my mind knows what it should be thinking, even if I don’t.

There’s cat vomit on the rug again.

Oh, well. Back to the relentlessly upbeat life of Dr. Kent V. Nelson. I’ll check in again later if there’s news.

In Case You Were Wondering…

No, losing the entire blog yesterday wasn’t nearly aggravation enough. My Sunday has thus far consisted of the following:

  • Fitful, intermittent bouts of sleep…
  • Fitful, intermittent bouts of wakefulness, punctuated by…
  • Eruptions of cat vomit…
  • Dead bird on the carpet (gift from cat, no doubt to apologize for vomiting)…
  • Computer showing fewer signs of life than dead bird (took over an hour to boot; it’s time to reformat the hard disk and reinstall everything, sigh)…
  • Deafening fire alarm going off for no reason throughout entire building for half an hour, and
  • More cat vomit!

What’s not to be thankful for?