So I let the daily blogging thing go by the wayside. Winters – or, more accurately, waiting for spring to really get rolling – are a bit boring on the ranch. I probably should have been painting more, or working more on the neverending to-do list, but the fatigue factor really got to me. Now . . . → Read More: Catching up
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Seen on a sign on my way back home today: Property for Sal Who is Sal, and does he or she know that there is property waiting for them? Dentist yesterday – two more rebuilt teeth to give them a little more life. Eye doc today – to check the clouding in one eye, and to learn that one of the major problems is that the right eye is too damn good at 20/15 while the left is at 20/20, and the left is . . . → Read More: Doctors, doctors, everywhere What’s most sad about this is that it has to be explained at all. Either people have gotten moronic over the years or it’s just more noticeable now that we’re in the Internet age. In other news, a ton of weeding done in the back garden: five and a half rows done before my back . . . → Read More: You don’t say Not the guard dog(s), no, even though they’re not much in the way of guarding anything. It’s typical for me to hear something outside before they do – but then again, it’s typical for me to hear something before anyone, so that isn’t terribly surprising. The temp is changing. Fast. It was 80 here today, . . . → Read More: Changing of the guard Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.
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. . . → Read More: A post of utter awesomeness Last night at the GOP debate (part eleventy-two), the audience booed birth control. I suggest they all be given a delightful parting gift of a child to adopt. To sum it all up: crappy. This morning I headed to the doctor for an appointment scheduled to talk about the near-constant fatigue I’ve been feeling lately. I’m sleeping a lot more than I usually do, too – usually, it’s 4-5 hours, but lately it’s been 8-9. Those who know me know these things are . . . → Read More: How was your day, dear? I’ve been watching the Doomsday Preppers show on National Geographic, and then the other night stumbled across Meet the Preppers: My Pink Gun on (of all networks) Animal Planet. The latter seems to be all about scaring the crap out of the kids, to the point of staging a kidnapping in a park of two . . . → Read More: Living the doom Not to vote Republican. Seriously. Something that serves no purpose whatsoever, designed merely to humiliate women and further degrade their control over their own bodies. Ironic that people who constantly harp about “too much government” have no problem with things like this, having the government step right in and dictate medical procedures. This ranks right . . . → Read More: More reasons |
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