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.

5 Responses to Ode to Joy

  • Stefan Immel says:

    Actually after this morning (yes it’s allready morning here in the “old world”) I’m pretty sure that cat vomit is fun in comparison to kid vomit 🙁

    Can’t wait to hear more about Dr. Fate, the other project and finally good news about the transplant list.

  • Gordon says:

    I was just about to e-mail you regarding the transplant list…

    Donna and I are thinking of you as you know.

  • Joe Brusky says:

    Was it the kind of cat vomit that happened overnight, got cold and you step in it barefoot before you see it? 😉

  • Matt M. says:

    If you have a cat, you will have cat vomit. At least that’s what my 18-year tortoiseshell/tabby teaches me on a weekly basis.

    That’s on top of the kid vomit delivered to me at 4am on Thursday last week.

    Keep on keeping on, Mr. Gerber. Lots of folks still pulling for ya.

  • Cynth says:

    Whether from cat or kid, vomit is still vomit. Not a lot of fun, but part of life.