Tuesday, July 11, 2006
As The Door Turns and other gripping tales
I got the piece of wood yesterday, and it miraculously fit into place functionally and pretty much as I envisioned. However, to keep me humbly aware of my real place in the scheme of things, it turns out I had everything needed to install the door handle BUT a 9/16ths drill bit. The sad thing is, I KNOW I have one. Around here. Somewhere.
But OH WELLL, after tomorrow's run to town I will have two, one of which is handily in hand.
I am probably also going to fill my prescription for Keflex. I wasn't going to, because I don't like to take antibiotics unless I HAVE to, on the theory that too much over time is worse than not enough, antibiotic-resistant pathogen-wise. But Caro had a check-up today and HER doc, a wise old guy whose been around the block more times than Marcus Welby, said he thought her bumps (which resemble mine in everything but multiplicity) were staph-related. So, yeah, okay, pills all 'round.
I ran across this photo in Dashing's LJ blog, and was struck by the expression on the frog's face. "Why," he seems to be thinking, "do these things always happen to ME?!"
I know just how he feels.
But OH WELLL, after tomorrow's run to town I will have two, one of which is handily in hand.
I am probably also going to fill my prescription for Keflex. I wasn't going to, because I don't like to take antibiotics unless I HAVE to, on the theory that too much over time is worse than not enough, antibiotic-resistant pathogen-wise. But Caro had a check-up today and HER doc, a wise old guy whose been around the block more times than Marcus Welby, said he thought her bumps (which resemble mine in everything but multiplicity) were staph-related. So, yeah, okay, pills all 'round.
I ran across this photo in Dashing's LJ blog, and was struck by the expression on the frog's face. "Why," he seems to be thinking, "do these things always happen to ME?!"
I know just how he feels.
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