Hey Otis. It’s yer birthday. Go Otis. It’s yer birthday. The Toaster marks two years with us and somewhere between four and six IRL. No party for the Cat Box Raider—and he is certainly ripe today—this year. We didn’t mark Morton’s in August so it just wouldn’t be fair. At any rate… Go wish the…
… don’t come a-knockin’
Like everyone else in the world, I’ve been busy elsewhere as of late. That is, if we include as of the beginning of June in “as of late.” It basically boils down to work although there was a brief interlude in California over the Independence Day holiday. So let’s recap some of the highlights. Big…
So one week ago today Elz calls me (!!) and asks if I want to hear the good or bad news first. The way things had been going for her at the hospital I asked for the bad news first. The bad new: she didn’t have a ride home. Which, of course, means that the…
In the last few days I’ve encountered a number of words that, while previously unknown to me, have come to define this week. Words like hemoptysis, friable, pulmonary lavage, and bronchoscopy. While I’m glad the latter two exist, the whole ordeal from Elz suddenly coughing blood on the way to do some mundane provisioning to…
Listening to M83’s Before the Dawn Heals Us and I am struck by the overpowering evocation of longing and despair the album has. Seriously. I’m sitting here at work and all I want to do is sigh and maybe let loose with inexplicable sobbing. Haven’t felt like this since my at-the-time spouse seemed to be…
120 minutes left in what is the last vestige of my previous life. The doors close at 5:00 p.m. and I will walk out of them for the last time as an employee of this institution. I can’t say as I’m totally happy about the situation. I can say that it will be nice to…
So here I lay in bed. Been trying to sleep for the past two hours but can’t. First I’m really hungry having only a quick lunch yesterday. Second, Elz forced our hand with switching cell providers so we’re with AT&T now. This can only mean one thing…I have an iPhone now. Last, and definitely not…
Another day, another “incident.” Ever wonder what Otis and Morton do when left alone for the afternoon? Wait no more: + Toast and Salt, doing hard time in the kennel-tentiary.
I wonder what Morton is up to…. Morton’s “I’m so friggin’ busted” face.