Symptoms: Fatigue, dizziness, brain fog, body aches, poor sleep, nausea... I'm in this apartment 23 hours a day. Maybe more on weekends and less when the temp drops below 0. I've been known to sit at my desk staring at... Read more →

Carlos Mario Ronaldo - Clan Kilmouski He's an old school cat and I didn't name him and he didn't really have a name, except maybe Fat Tail. Which is not true but I get the point. He might reasonably be... Read more →

It was funny on Friday morning. I mean REALLY funny, right up until it wasn't. He wobbled, he lurched, he fell over, and he got up again. He landed cone side down, muscled himself upright, and picked up his dignity.... Read more →

Pete's been eating again. During the day he samples small craft batches of chunky cat broth. We've finally agreed on a meal delivery system that works for both of us; I slide two tablespoons of bespoke-goo into his cave, he... Read more →

It's one pair of many and might be the rest are rotting in a landfill. We don't keep everything, right? I keep everything, or at least if feels that way. Stuff accumulates, but why? I can explain this pair. They're... Read more →

I made a brief attempt (as in 3 deleted drafts) to examine 2022 and gave up. The working title of the post was: Apparently I just don't want to talk about it. From my Facebook feed, a post suggesting there... Read more →

In 1997 I was not the only woman in the room but I was definitely outnumbered. However, 1997 was a grand improvement over 1992 and I was starting to feel better about it. Maybe more comfortable? I definitely thought it... Read more →

Honestly, I've given up searching for answers. OK, maybe not, but that's a goal, not a guideline. The answer, inevitably, is, 'because, reasons'. So many reasons. For the most part, I've temporarily nailed the door shut on the past while... Read more →

Things got dicey again on Saturday morning and Pete went to ground. Dicey is subjective. This dude has most likely been extremely uncomfortable or in a great deal of pain most or all of his life. Dicey is subjective. This... Read more →

Cats. Nothing but cat posts. Remember in the early days of Facebook For All? Like, 2009-2011, maybe? Suddenly we went from throwing virtual beer at each other (yes, throwing, and also sheep) to the mass manufacturing and posting of the... Read more →