Wednesday, December 26, 2007

And another fine yuletide has passed

Christmas suckage continues unabated. We visited my wife's parents. Her dad is so sick he can't get from one room to another on his own, and we doubt he will last much longer. Her mom is too weak to take care of him. Both are too stubborn (that's not the word I want to use) to see that by leaving things as they are, they are:
A. putting my wife's father in even graver (is that a word?) danger than he's already in, and
B. putting an incredible strain on the remainder of the family, who are juggling resources they don't have to attempt to accommodate a situation that allows no accommodation.

My birthday, you ask? Why thanks for asking. We spent it on the road, driving our way into the morass mentioned above.

Merry blah blah blah, peace on blah blah, goodwill to...oh, sod off. I can't even fake it.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Better Man (reprise)

Tomorrow is my birthday; one I share with, among others, Eddie Vedder (the day, not the year).

How old am I? If you're into magic, tomorrow I'll be the Queen of Spades in Simon Aronson's stack. If you're not into magic, I will be the hexagram "Welling," or "The Well" in the I Ching

Sunday, December 09, 2007


I had severe stomach cramps this weekend. I ended up going to a McClinic, where the diagnosis was...undefined.

They ended up giving me medicine for the symptoms (fairly standard medical practice) and want me to get an MRI to rule out gall bladder issues. The medicine has me loopy, killing the many plans I had for the weekend - though the stomach cramps effectively did that anyway.

Heck, maybe I'll be this year's holiday casualty.